vaporsupremacy

When I’d stepped out of my car, I hadn’t noticed all the lights off inside, the lack of signs of life so apparent in hindsight but in my anxious state, non-existent. I went around the side, to the door, knocking it rapidly. I’d dropped him a message to state my arrival, I knew I was late, I could apologise for that in person at least, if he ever bothered to open the door. Maybe he was punishing me for my tardiness, I’d have done the same to him.

I stood around for a good 5 minutes before assuming he was already in the back yard, with no way of hearing me. I tried to call him, see if that would get some kind of response, nothing but radio silence. I ended up walking back around the front, eyeing the building, probably suspiciously to anyone walking by. Why was he doing this to me? Were my nerves not enough on their own?

I decided to head back to my car, grabbing a pack of cigarettes from the glove compartment. I lit one and leant against his wall. He’d be pissed at me for smoking out here, but he hadn’t left me much choice, I needed to drown out my nerves somehow and tapping my foot so hard it hurt, didn’t quite seem to be doing the trick.

“He’s out by the way.” A voice startled me, sending me backwards a few steps. I tried to regain footing without them noticing. “What do you mean?” I turned to look at them. “I mean,” he stepped closer, leaning against the wall beside me, taking a drag of his own cigarette, rather attractively actually. “He went to the store.” I rolled my eyes. Of course, he did. “He invites us over and he’s not even here. Why am I not surprised?” The stranger held his hands up to feign innocence. “Hey, don’t shoot the messenger.” I eyed him up, trying to figure out which of Ash’s friends he might be. Luke, if I had to hazard a guess, he was Luke. Only Luke’s wore leather jackets and lurked around on their friend’s driveways alone. Only Luke’s looked that devilishly handsome in the moonlight. “Calum, by the way, since you’re trying so hard to figure it out.” Close enough.

I brushed off his comment, he probably caught me staring, saw the cogs turning in my tiny brain. A change of subject was needed, especially since we’d be stuck here for a little while. “Why is it, that he’s either ridiculously early or-“ He cut me off, “really fucking late?” I nodded, sighing, lifting my arms before dropping them again in defeat. “Right, yeah, forgot you were close.” He snorted. “Understatement of the century.” I raised a brow. “Oh yeah?” He returned the cig to his lips, before breathing out, “don’t insinuate,” before smirking down at me. I could have swooned. “I’ll insinuate if I want to, I seem to have an abundance of time to do just that.” I decided to lean back against the wall with him. No longer nervous, despite having all the more reason to be.

“Should we break in?” I turned to him, almost deadly serious. He pushed himself off the wall too, squaring up to me, rather intimidatingly. He was at least 6 feet tall, broad as anything too, damn. “I don’t think we could get away with that.” He still eyed the place, looking over the top of my head, squinting as if he was deliberating the idea. “I’m sure if we apologised, he’d understand.” I shrugged. “I’m gonna sit this one out, let me know how that goes though.” He leaned back against the wall laughing. I sighed again, “Fine, we’ll just wait.” I crossed my arms over my chest, leaning right back beside him. “Where did this ‘we’ come from?”

It was a good question. It’s like my brain just instantly tied us together, like it knew to involve him in my mischief. It felt right to attach us in that way. It’s like I was predicting how this interaction would be changing things for us. From that point onwards, we did become a ‘we.’ It was as if Ash had planned it, setting us up to meet like this. Like he knew we’d get on or something. We just slot into a comfortable friendship and instead of fearing meeting the rest of Ashton’s friends, I started to look forward to it, especially now that I had Calum.

I’d assumed a main factor supporting our budding friendship was the fact that we were the only two in our group who smoked cigarettes. It was easy to congregate and find each other’s company when you wanted to avoid subjecting the rest of your friends to the smoke. That being said, it didn’t mean we’d be suited for each other just because of one tiny common interest. Luckily we were though, and I didn’t know it back then but there were so many factors pushing us together, it was a wonder that it hadn’t happened sooner.

I’d found us to be fairly similar as time went on. We were alike and we bounced off of each other’s energy amicably. We could talk about anything, argue until the sun came up if that’s what it took, it never got boring, I never got tired. We’d found ourselves stuck in Ashton’s back yard on a number of occasions, lounging on his chairs after talking all night as if we were teenagers, desperate not to head home, to stay up and chase the sun together instead. Too engrossed in conversation to acknowledge how quiet our surroundings had become. How 20 people had dispersed into 2. He made it so easy to forget that anyone else ever existed in the first place. He made it easy to forget the reason I was even here.

He'd offered to drive me home that morning. I’d declined, not keen on him falling asleep at the wheel but he’d convinced me he wouldn’t if I just went for coffee with him first. In my stupid, sleepless state I agreed to it. We went for a coffee in a little diner nearby, we spent 2 hours there as opposed to the 2 minutes he promised me and by the time he eventually drove me home, I didn’t want him to leave. I’d decided I would never like the idea of him leaving me.

I couldn’t shake his giggle or his smile out of my mind, I couldn’t avoid seeing the creases beside his eyes when he laughed, I couldn’t stop imagining the way he made a little whine when he yawned and how cute he’d looked even with exhaustion tackling him to the ground. We had found a small window of opportunity, as the burning, golden sun poured through the glass of the diner front. We were given a chance to deepen a connection just for ourselves to do with as we pleased. In that glow I’d started seeing him as something more than just an acquaintance and he had started seeing me as more than just someone to kill time with, without the need for our other friends being present. Although our desires had not lined up as precisely as I’d have liked, it was a compromise I was willing to make just for the simplicity of knowing him.

That’s when it started getting  more complicated. I knew something between us changed that morning and although I knew how it changed me inside, I think I’d hidden it towards him well, too scared to jeopardise anything between us, not when it was so fresh. Outwardly, I think it just displayed to him, that I’d always be available, that I’d never say no even on the darkest and coldest of nights, that I was extensively and pathetically dependable and there for him, no matter what. I showed him that I was attentive, that I listened to every word, every line uttered from his lips in my presence. I could also, pin point the exact moment he’d checked into my heart just by the things he’d said that day, but he’d never know that part.

I’d never picture things differently between us, I’d never wanted for more, even with the uncontrollable feelings developing deep down, some bonds should just be appreciated for what they were, you never knew how fleeting they might be. I was comfortable with him, and that was something I wasn’t willing to sacrifice. He was as relaxed with me as I was with him. He knew me enough that the slightest change in my facial expression could mean something to him, even if it was minor and that was a priceless bond if you really think about it. It didn’t need to be overcomplicated. I would be his friend; I would love being his friend.

We’d always sat with a fair amount of distance between us, a comfortable amount, not implying anything, not imposing on each other’s personal space, never pinning that question above our heads “What are we, exactly?” Our fondness for space wasn’t exactly out of the ordinary either. Out of all of our friends, it was fair to say we were the least tactile, often shying away from hugs or outbursts of affection, always seemingly uncomfortable or too cool for it when others would be so keen to touch us. It was normal for us to take a step back like that. It wasn’t that we didn’t like it necessarily, I’d hug and cuddle if I felt in the mood, it just wasn’t my love language of choice. It was one of those silly trivial things I’d noticed about him too, how he preferred to keep his distance unless he was already close with you.

But regardless of that realisation, I couldn’t ignore how that gap between us had been getting smaller. We weren’t the kind for constant physical contact but the gap between us was fighting its hardest to prove otherwise. Was it possible that I was reading into it too heavily? Absolutely. Did that mean that I was unhappy about the idea of him growing comfortable with me? Absolutely not. The closer he got the more elated I felt, like I’d passed a milestone I wasn’t even aware I had, and it was completely natural. There was no intentional push, no action plan in which I’d sit closer to him day by day, this changing proximity quite simply just occurred. Had I developed a gravitational pull specifically with him in mind?

I’d started to watch him, from now on, searching for signs that could lead me in the right direction. I’d noticed the way he would fiddle with the hem of his t-shirt or sweater, then graze over the leg of his jeans or joggers, he’d slip his hand between us on the couch, stroking over the throw I’d always had wrapped around it. His hand would inch across the seat, further and further until pausing. Then he’d retreat, without much more consideration, finding it easier to rest his hand on his own thigh than to bother to touch mine. It was hard not to feel deflated as it unfolded before me. I’d wanted nothing more than for his hand to find me in any way. I thought about guiding him over to me, initiating something, touching his thigh even, anything could be better than sitting here wanting him to make that move, urging him with my eyes as if that would do a damn thing. Instead, I just kept to myself, and I stared at his hands, wanting so much, so much I could never, ever verbalise. The veins that were mouth wateringly prominent, the tattoos stretched just above his knuckle. High enough that they’d still show even if his fingers were to- no, I shan’t think about that.

I needed a cold shower, a constant cold shower, a portable raincloud above my head to keep me in check at all hours of the day. I couldn’t be thinking like this, I needed restraint. I needed to snap out of it. Why couldn’t I just have a friend? What was so bad about that? I was friends with Ash just fine, no issues there, same with the others, what’s so special about him? I hope I can think of something in the next 20 minutes it’s going to take for him to pull up in my driveway. I’d be taking laps around the room tapping my chin, working all 2 of my braincells together to find a reason until that point. “Just be satisfied.” I’d whispered to myself. “Just let it be.” There was no need to overcomplicate it.

We were going to do something different tonight, not a major step up from our usual hang out, it was still casual, still mundane, and most unsurprising of all, still at night. There seemed to be an unspoken rule settled between us, that we would always spend time together after dark. The morning he took me for the coffee that kickstarted our friendship, was the only time we’d seen daylight together.

Tonight, we were going out for a walk, I’d been too busy with work all week I’d barely had time to stretch my legs, get some much-needed fresh air. I was always scared to go out by myself after dark. He’d offered to join immediately, the moment I’d even uttered the sentence of solution and before I could object, he was pencilling it in, taking time out of his own evening just for us. He really didn’t need to make the journey, and part of me wished that he wouldn’t but he insisted. So that’s what we were doing and what he said, goes, because I would do anything he asked of me, every time.

I could try and keep away from him, create a space where I could still think without being blinded by my emotions. If I gave him no reason to get too close, surely I’d be okay, surely I could fall a little bit less in love. Maybe I could hope that the weather changes, that it starts to pour just as we leave the house, that we couldn’t possibly walk in the rain, couldn’t even see through it. I’d see him though; I know just how beautiful he’d look with rain cascading down the features of his face. How the droplets would define his every feature, how his hair would curl just at that extra mile. I know I’d fixate on the way the water dripped from his lashes, always so jealous of how long and pretty they were anyway but I knew the rain would only enhance it. Perhaps there shouldn’t be rain. Not if it would make him even more attractive. Perhaps I could just stop pacing and accept the fact that he wanted to see me, and I should be content with that.

While I’d come to accept the idea, there was still the fact I wasn’t quite dressed. It was still warm outside; I was beginning to think the temperature never dropped here, it never cooled down, no matter what the season and oh how I’d missed the changes of the seasons. I wanted to throw on a huge coat or hoodie, hide myself away from him or anyone around for that matter. It didn’t help that I’d seen him looking on a number of occasions, maybe just the male gaze, to check out your friend as subtly as you could, hoping they wouldn’t notice. But how could I not, when he was all that I saw? I guess you could say I wanted him to look too, internally mostly, never preorganised either, but I couldn’t condone that I wanted that, I couldn’t let myself act so recklessly. Just friends, that’s what we needed to be, especially since I didn’t exactly know how he felt about me, and I doubt I’d ever ask him outright.

I went against my better judgement, after a brief and half arsed inner argument with myself and put a plain black dress on with some tights to avoid the potential chill of the night and then my dad’s oversized leather jacket on top. I’d sweat to death but at least I could escape my own mental torment for a little while, it was a balance of coverage and a balance of exhibitionism. Nothing could turn you off more than a dad jacket surely. I grabbed a small bag, just enough room for the necessities, and went to the front door.

As I opened it, I saw him stood with his fist clenched as if I’d beaten him to the task of knocking. He was wearing an oversized t-shirt, a thermal pattern surrounding a human form on the front. I’d always liked that shirt; I’d made a mental note that I’d steal it if I were ever lucky enough to get the opportunity to. He’d also worn a bucket hat (basic and black), some baggy trousers (grey and flowing) and his checked vans (with the flame on the side). Did they have to look so good in combination? I thought his skinny jean era was attractive, but I sincerely take that back, there was something about it, this casual skater vibe, something about the fact his physique was hidden so perfectly underneath. He’d look good in just about anything.

I noticed him look at me the same way I had just scanned him, analysing what he was faced with. This leather jacket was just enhancing the amount of attention he’d given me, now he had to search a little harder for a way in. “I feel like I should change.” I commented, running my fingers anxiously over the zipper. “No, no you look good, really nice.” He stuttered, eyes returning to my face with the tiniest hint of a blush adorning his rounded cheeks. My heart was not ready for that, even if it was the most platonic of compliments.

I took a step forward to show I was ready to leave, finally having made up my mind about the idea of changing my outfit again. He was blocking my path completely, trapping me in my hallway of my own home. I could so easily have dragged him back inside and cancelled the entire endeavour but alas, he took it as a sign to move. I had to lock the door behind me and say goodbye to a quiet night in the comfort of my own home, where we’d developed our precious little routine now to be thrown into the air by a night time walk.

As we reached the base of my driveway, he gestured with his fingers, left or right. “Right.” I spoke, already turning my body in that direction. He nodded before letting me stand beside him, setting the pace for our trip. I’d liked that he let me have some control for once. I smelt a wave of his cologne as we walked and as the air shifted past us. Sometimes I forgot how rich he was, he dressed so casually and was the most down to earth guy, just like the others I suppose, but then he wears the most expensive cologne I’d ever caught scent of and all of a sudden I realise it again. His arm lightly brushed mine as we walked, tearing me from my stupid thoughts, leaving almost no space between us. My breath hitched in my throat every single time he touched me, and I hoped he didn’t notice. If he knew the effect, he had on me, it wouldn’t just be embarrassing but hard to come back from.

We’d finally reached the end of my street and just like before, I continued right. “What if we only go right tonight?” I suggested, turning around to face him now that he’d fallen slightly behind me in step. “At every turn?” He pulled a face as if to say I was crazy, I just nodded, he could think what he liked about me as long as he still thought about me, I could make peace with that. “Why?” He continued, furrowing his brows in amusement, maybe more judgment than anything. I rolled my eyes at his inability to play with me. “Why not? We can see where we end up, a little adventure, have some excitement in your life Cal.” His mouth twitched up into a smile before it diminished again, maybe he liked it when I called him that. He thought on it for a moment, even going as far as to tap his chin to further exaggerate his deliberation, but ultimately he agreed. Bounding behind me like a puppy. “Then next time we just go left, it’s only fair.” I let a satisfactory smile onto my face. “There’s gonna be a next time?” I tried to tease, poking my tongue out at him. “There’s always a next time.” He shrugged confidently. I hoped to God that would still ring true. He started walking again, surpassing me as I stood there trying to prevent my heart from bruising the inside of my chest after beating against it so hard.

We continued the plan, veering right at the end of every street. After 15 minutes, everything we seemed to pass, appeared new to him, he seemed to look around as if he’d never been here before, as if he’d never seen the thrift shops, the convenience store, the diners closing up for the night. One that I know for certain he’d visited before because I distinctly remember him telling me how awful it was. I also remember I made a joke about him not having to worry about it because he’d never see me at dinner time anyway. “It just looks so different at night.” That was his excuse because there was no way he’d simply just forgotten it. He was never wrong about these things in his mind. “Or maybe you’re too cool for this part of town.” I shrugged while he grinned before rolling his tongue between his teeth, exhibiting his playfulness before he spoke again, “oh absolutely, why do you think I only meet you after midnight?” Despite it being a joke, it did hit a soft spot in me, one I hadn’t cared to dwell on for too long, one I hadn’t wanted him to see he’d touched. Had be subconsciously been seeing me so late? Was it just as I’d feared?

Before I could fixate on the idea, he’d grabbed onto my hand, pulling me along behind him, our speed going from 1 to 100 within milliseconds. “What on earth are you doing?“ He just looked back at me briefly, with the largest, childlike grin and then nodded his head forward. Across the road from us, standing proud and sticking out like a sore thumb, was an ice cream parlour. It was dressed as if it was plucked directly from the 50s, or as if the rest of the world had continued to grow and develop around it, but it had the fortune and heart not to change a thing. It was frozen in time, neon signs blinking in the darkness, luring us in just like it had been doing to others for decades. I bet it had seen so many wonderful things.

“I’ve never seen an ice cream parlour open this late.” He expressed, wide eyed and filled with excitement. My heart had leapt as he found a bounce in his step. “It’s right next to a weed dispensary,” I pointed to the beat-up shop next door, appearing as a liquor store from where we were stood a few moments ago, but now clearly there to provide a different kind of drug. Calum just smirked. “Maybe I have been here before,” to which I responded with a thump.

Just as I’d thought, it was a time machine into the past. The floors were the predictable black and white squares of a chess board, the leather seating pink and shiny with strip light at the footing of each and every bench. The counter was decorated with illustrations of the flavourings of ice cream offered, a strawberry with little sunglasses, a banana to match, chocolate bar, bubbles for bubble-gum and so on. The walls were coated in a pastel, pink paint, with sprinkles in every colour of the rainbow dotted around. Even as a building it was delicious. The light and wholesome décor had sparked joy and comfort. I’d wondered if the dispensary next door was intentionally placed there. If the parlour had agreed to it being there. It would be a perfect partnership, written in the stars, customers floating between the two establishment freely. It was a paradise for the nostalgic and the stoned.

“What will you be having?” He asked, already gawping at the options displayed before us, hands pressed flat against the glass as he peered at them. “Will you judge my choices?” I looked too. “Not if you pick the right flavours.” He said matter-of-factly. I stepped closer to the glass, there was no one currently behind the counter, surely taking a break since the lack of customers at this time was dreadfully apparent. “Oh, I thought we were only going right today.” I didn’t need to look at him to see the unimpressed expression on his face. He often acted like he was too cool for things, despite being the most excited one in the room right now. “Come on, it was funny, allow yourself a laugh.” I stepped away, making my way further down, moving to read some more flavours. I was impressed by the variety they had. Some flavours should not have existed at all, but some had seemed ingenious. Rum and raisin, pistachio, not likely choices I must say, peach and apricot however, now that was something I could get behind.

“Cone or cup?” He asked. “Depends on if we’re eating in or heading back.” I turned back around to face him, having officially chosen. “One’s easier for transportation.” He knew what I was thinking, I liked that. “Cone it is then, what toppings?” Now that, I did have to think about. Whenever I’d had ice cream on holidays back home, it was a scoop or two in your cone and nothing else unless you opted for soft serve from the machine, then you had sprinkles, sauce and even a chocolate flake, definitely the best part. “What if I don’t want any toppings.” His hand covered his chest. “Did you really just say that?” I nodded. “Maybe I’m just satisfied with the flavour alone dude.” He shook his head. “You’re crazy is what you are.” I huffed. “Maybe you’ve just lived here too long, or you’re cruising for diabetes before you reach 30.” Before I could continue defend myself and drag him down further, a rather tired looking teenager made an appearance from the door behind the counter. I smiled sympathetically at them as we ordered. I’d have hated to work so late at their age.

“2 cookies and cream, double scoops with the Oreo crumb topping please.” He looked over at me, giving me a once over before turning back to the cashier. He was guessing my order. My mouth sloped open. “In waffle cones please.” Did he just guess my order without me having to utter a single word? Did he just insinuate that I love a waffle cone simply by glancing at me? What did my outfit or form have to do with the kind of cone I enjoyed? I stared, dumfounded at the interaction. He handed me my cone ice cream before tapping his phone on the card machine and grabbing his own treat. “Are we cool to sit in?” The teen simply nodded, before heading back to wherever they came from, completely trusting us alone there. Not that we’d do anything anyway, but certainly not the most promising option for employee of the month.

He walked over to one of the booths, slotting himself in nicely. I stood exactly where I was, mouth agape like an imbecile or something. “I can’t believe you guessed my order.” He smirked; I’d love to wipe it off his face. “It wasn’t that hard.” I looked at the cone and then back at him. Maybe I should have gone for a bowl, at least I’d have a tiny spoon to work with, now I had to lick this and try and avoid eye contact with him while I did so, or god help me I’d die of embarrassment. I hoped I didn’t spill any either. It was a recipe for disaster. Why did I let him encourage me to do this? Ah, that’s right, because I’d follow him to the ends of the earth if I had to. Silly me. How could I forget?

He took a long lick, gathering the dark, crushed biscuit crumbs along with the cream, coating his tongue before retracting it back into his mouth. I nearly choked on thin air. I then decided to do the same, humming with contentment at the taste. I felt transported, it was delicious, creamy, and smooth minus the crunch from the crumbs, it was sweet but not sickeningly so. It was hard not to moan at the taste. When I made eye contact with him again, he was gawping at me, I’d like to assume similarly to how I stare at him whenever he's around. “Do I have some on my face or something?” I rushed to grab the napkin wrapped around the base of the cone. He shook his head adamantly. “I’m convinced yours tastes better mine from that reaction.” I felt the blush creeping onto my cheeks. “Wanna try some.” I didn’t think he’d actually agree, but he leant forward across the table, lowering himself just enough to drag his tongue across the treat in my hand.

He captured my eyes as he performed the action, finding me completely in the act of fantasising about it. I’d been ashamed to say I enjoyed the show, the flexing of his tongue, the swiftness of the motion, he was so painfully close to me, if the ice cream wasn’t there he’d have been close enough to kiss me. I wanted that so badly, the pounding of my heart signified that, he probably heard it himself, he’d been that near, must have been worried I was heading for cardiac arrest it was hammering that hard. He licked the ice cream once more, before taking a massive bite and grinning again. “Hey.” I scolded him. “I bought it.” He settled back into his seat, rather proud of himself. “Your welcome by the way.” To further annoy me, he nodded his head, releasing a light moan. “Mm, I think yours is much nicer.” Heaven help me. He was doing this on purpose he had to be. I was not prepared the way that sound had rattled through my body. I’d forced my thighs together without much thought.

“Let me try yours then.” I wonder if it would bring the same reaction from him. He pushed his cone out in front of him, far further from him and far closer to me than I had bothered to do for him. I leant forward, licking a stripe from the cone, upwards. I’d not looked at him, not at all, not daring to until I’d bought my tongue back into my mouth again. Only then did I gaze up at him through my lashes, knowing exactly the kind of visual I was presenting him with. I was certain I had him speechless and for once in my life, right where I’d wanted him. You would have to be deaf not to hear the way he sucked in that breath, so deep you’d think he was preparing to take a dive, never to return to the surface. “You’re right, I prefer mine.” He didn’t say a word until I settled back into my seat.

“You’re a tease, you know that.” I continued licking at my ice cream in the pretence that I wasn’t aware of what I’d done. That he wasn’t ridiculously flustered for me, opening, and closing his mouth like a goldfish. “I don’t know what you mean.” He huffed. “Just enjoying that?” I nodded. “You chose well.” He huffed again, I wanted to mess with him more, why waste a perfectly good opportunity. “Jeez, you trying to blow down a straw house or something?” His expression was priceless, a hint of annoyance, a slight clenching of his jaw, I was convinced he looked far tastier than the ice cream. “If you enjoy it so much, why are you taking so long to finish it.” I hadn’t even noticed he'd gotten to eating his cone. “Just savouring it.”

I was exactly lying, I was savouring my time with him, not just the flavour. “Maybe if you stopped staring at me you’d finish faster.” He thought he was getting the last word here, he thought wrong. “Maybe I just wanted to give you a better visual, since you’ve barely been able to drag your eyes away from my tongue this whole time.” As if on cue his eyes darted downwards again. “You’re unbelievable.” He bit down on his bottom lip, fighting the urge to say something back, something he could regret. “Will you behave?” He was so flustered. I wanted to draw something out of him anything. “Why would I want to do a thing like that?” I took another lick, watching him intently. His jaw clenched for the second time, eyes darting down to my lips and back again.

I pretended like it wasn’t affecting me, like it wasn’t driving me insane to hold eye contact with him, wasting time teasing him when I could be all over him already if he’d just let me in. There had to be something between us. You don’t eye fuck your friends like that. Maybe he has no idea I’d actually let him fuck me if he’d just ask me. Instead, he just sighed, letting his head crash backwards into the booth, ending my fun then and there. We really wouldn’t ever be more than this would we? He’d leave the moment he got me home and that would be that for another night. I hated that.

“What happened to turning right?” He pushed his shoulders into mine, knocking into me on purpose, where it had my heart bursting before, now it just annoyed me. “Well, if you’d rather spend the rest of the night out here, be my guest, but some of us, would like to get home.” He sighed quietly after my response but not quietly enough that I hadn’t picked up on it. Just like everything else he did, I was all too aware.

I tried to make the walk as long as possible, I was frustrated at our circumstances but still desperate to spend time with him, I’d even gone as far as to detour us a few times as if it hadn’t been stupidly easy to reverse our route here. For some reason, he hadn’t objected to my directions at all, I knew he was aware of what I was doing, there was no way he was stupid enough not to recollect the fact I’d turned a 15-minute walk into a 45-minute walk. He just walked at my side, no complaints, no questions asked, silently following my lead. It was as if he was too scared to push my buttons or something. He was probably right not to.

Once we got back, I found myself reaching for my keys at a snail’s pace, Calum stood a little further back, more on the driveway than the front porch where I was. “Are you going to come in?” I turned to ask. He seemed conflicted. I should have checked the time before asking him, but I didn’t. “I don’t know, it’s getting late.” Of course, it was. I had to bite my tongue, fight with myself not to spoil this, to focus on the enjoyable time we had. “Well thank you for the company, and the ice cream.” I faced him, leaning my back against my front door. “I had fun.” He didn’t look at me. He kicked at the ground awkwardly. “Cool.” I let out. “Well goodnight.” I had to shake my head at the weirdness of it, the tension around us. Had I created that? I turned to force the key in the lock, “You know, maybe I will stay for a little while.” He rushed. I felt relieved. Thank you universe. Maybe I could save this.

Once inside, he found his way to his spot on my couch while I locked up. Now that I was indoors, I had no excuse to keep my coat on. I thought about running upstairs, grabbing the hoodie I thought about wearing just before leaving, maybe I could even change into pyjamas. No, I thought, no, I should wear this, I should make him see me. I hung my jacket on the hooks on the wall along with the rest, before sauntering over to the sofa. I’d stopped dead in my tracks before him. He’d sat on the middle cushion, staring up at me, fighting a smirk, no intentions of moving, giving me no choice but to sit right beside him.

I accepted his challenge, sitting to his right, his arm casually drooping over the back of the couch. There was that whiff of cologne again. I wanted to memorise its exact scent and the feelings in me that it withdrew, the comfort it bought me more than anything else. “I don’t think you’ve ever worn a dress for me before.” I felt his eyes trailing across my bare shoulder, maybe further down. His breath tickled my ear as he spoke, chills deliberately coating my skin from the sensation, even if the air he breathed out was hot to touch. “Have I not?” I batted away his flirtation like an idiot. Why did I discourage him now that he showed some interest? “I think I’d remember if you had.” He turned his head towards the tv, no longer showering me in the attention I craved from him. “Do you remember everything I wear Calum?” He twitched his lips from side to side, pondering over it. “Pretty much.” Well then.

I’d not even tampered with the remote, just let whatever the last channel was, play out, but I watched it, every now and then catching a glance at him, not as subtly as I’d liked considering he was close enough to feel the way I turned to him. His jaw looked exceptional, how I’d longed to kiss it, to run my tongue along it, down to his throat. I wanted to litter him in bruises, kisses, I just wanted him, so very badly. Instead, I shook my head and turned back towards the screen, squeezing my eyes shut for a moment in frustration. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could do this with him, this pretending these feelings weren’t there. Especially since he kept jamming the idea into my head that he'd been thinking of me too.

I think I was lying before when I said I’d do anything he wanted, I don’t think I could pretend for him, that I hadn’t developed anything for him, even if he outright begged me to, I couldn’t do that. It wasn’t his fault they’d grown, he didn’t plant that seed, neither did I for that matter, things just felt right, he felt right to me, and they appeared. I wished they hadn’t, I’d wished they would diminish just as much as I wished they were reciprocated. It would be so much easier if he were a dick, if he could give me the ick, do something, anything to make me change my mind, to stop myself from longing for him.

I couldn’t look away from him, he was fixated on the tv and I on him, with no turning back. Just be cruel, just hurt me in some way Calum, please. “I can feel you staring at me.” I sighed, turning my whole body around to face him, tucking my legs beneath me, not entirely sure what I was going to do but facing the fact I was going to change something between us tonight, one way or the other. He turned his attention towards me also. He looked at me so affectionately, nothing but kindness in those chestnut brown eyes of his. “What’s on your mind?” He switched his position, now leaning his face into his palm, his other hand had reached steadily forward, covering my thigh that was exposed to him, sending my eyes darting downwards. He was comforting me and touching me. He’d touched me, he’d finally touched me. All thoughts were wiped from my brain.

“Is this okay?” I nodded slowly. “Yeah, more than okay.” He stroked his thumb over my skin, soothing me. I let my eyes close so I could focus on it, his calloused thumbs drawing circles into my thighs. I feel so guilty, so very guilty for enjoying it, for feeling as happy and as complete as I did from this. “You’ve got to stop blushing,” he said lowly, “you look too cute when you blush.” It was barely above a whisper. I was scared to let my eyes meet his. I was afraid I’d be unable to hold back, to hide my intentions, to avoid glancing down at his plump lips, the ones I’d been aching to kiss from the moment I met him, no, I couldn’t do that, I couldn’t look at him.

I did move them though; I’d instead watched his chest rising and falling so unsteadily. Had he always breathed like that? Surely I’d have noticed it if he had. Was he nervous too? He withdrew his hand from my thigh, it was as if my skin was set on fire, too hot for him to bare to touch. Just stay still for 2 seconds would you?

He placed his index finger under my chin, lifting it to face him, lifting it so I’d finally lock eyes with him and let him inside. Okay this might have been better than a thigh touch. My heart ached at his concern for me, his friendly concern. I was melting either way, sinking into the couch, drowning in it under his watchful eye. “Put me out of my misery.” He sighed, eyes not so subtly searching my face. I blinked, just blinked silently, wracking my brain to understand. “You tease me, but you don’t want me, just put me out of my misery.” This time I looked at him, in shock, momentarily before ceasing my opportunity. He was looking at me, he was watching my eyes the entire time, he was so close, just millimetres away, if I were to just lean in, I’d be-

Before I could even reach him, he pushed his face forwards, nose pressing into my own, lips covering mine. Stopping my heart entirely. He sighed deeply upon impact, shocking me to the core, not just at the action itself but the fact he’d seemed relieved to finally perform it. I was going to kiss him; I was going to finally make the move and he got there first, I wanted to beat the life out of him for robbing me of that opportunity, but that would have to wait. I leaned into his kiss, letting my hands cup his face, showing him just how much I’d wanted to kiss him that entire night. If this was our first and last kiss, I wanted it to be memorable. We worked so well together, paying attention to each other, how our lips would dance and glide across one another, connecting us far more intensely than I could have hoped for.

I withdrew my lips from his, to search his expression, to understand him. His face had chased after me, lips still puckered, eyes still closed, ready to kiss me again. I was almost blinded by how keen he was, almost ready to jump back in myself. “Cal?” I didn’t want my heart to run away with itself. “I’ve wanted to kiss you all night.” I stared at him; mouth open wide enough to catch flies, it seems to be a recurring reaction tonight. “Fucking when?” I exclaimed. “You know exactly when.” He dragged his tongue across his bottom lip. “Think you can tease me in public and get away with it.” He didn’t even bother looking at my eyes, just my lips. “I wouldn’t exactly call it public.” I found myself reaching for him, grabbing at his shirt, hoping he’d come back to me. “Oh, now you want me huh.” He tutted. “Left me rock hard in the parlour you know.” I felt my eyes rolling back just at the thought of it. “You could have said.” I reached down, finally feeling like I could touch him without panicking.

“And what exactly would you have done?” He reached for my hips, caressing them lightly before signalling that he wanted me to straddle him, assisting me in climbing over his lap. I sat up on my knees at first, just watching him underneath me, his eyes so dark, lips so red. “When did you get so attractive?” I stroked his cheek gently. He sighed dramatically, no longer putting up with anymore bullshit from me. “You’re a piece of work, you know that.” He pecked at my lips briefly before retreating again. I lowered myself down, so I was sat on his thighs. I was so close; my breasts were flush against his chest. I could hear each breath of his, feel each breath of his on my face. I felt his heart thudding beneath me as well as something else noticeably throbbing too.

He reached a hand out to move a few stray hairs from around my face before kissing me sweetly. My eyelids fluttered closed when he kissed me, I’d wanted to keep them open, to watch him, to make sure that this was real, actually happening to me. I couldn’t keep them open. Everything felt so right, I felt so relaxed. I just melted away. He placed a finger under my chin, pulling me away from my thoughts. I noticed he liked doing that. Maybe it was his little move, how he always went in for the kiss.

My soul screamed for him, so deafeningly loudly as he pulled his mouth back but stayed leaning in, his lips hovering over mine. “You’re so pretty.” He hummed. I wanted to squeal; I’d wanted to hear it for so long. He could do anything he wanted with me, and he knew that, he had me right at his fingertips, waiting on his next move and he toyed with it. He deliberately bought his hand between us, thumb tracing delicately across my bottom lip. I could scarcely breathe when he dipped it past my lips, pushing inside my mouth, his eyes watching attentively, waiting to see if I’d take the bait and show him what he wanted to see.

I wanted him to know just how he’d made me feel, seen, adored and ridiculously horny. I opened my mouth wider and wrapped my lips around his thumb as if it were the most natural thing for me to do. I teasingly sucked on the tip, swirling my tongue around it. He let a guttural moan escape his lips as he admired me. His lips stayed parted as he drank in the view before him. “Fuck.” He breathed as he withdrew his thumb, scratching the plan entirely, kissing me roughly instead.

He placed both of his large palms around my neck. His thumbs rubbing along my throat. The moment he kissed me I moaned into his mouth. I’d wanted this for weeks, months even. I‘d thought of nothing but him, every night and now he was choking me and shoving his tongue into my mouth. It was a glorious feeling. I reciprocated the kiss and moved my hands so that they were pulling on his shirt. I wanted him closer. I wanted him in me. I was blinded by it, overcome by the wetness pooling between my legs. I’d never felt so hot, so needy. The way he reciprocated my kiss, rutting his hips lightly up into me, I’d say the feeling was mutual.

“This what you had in mind?” He trailed his lips down over my chin, my jaw and then neck. He left open-mouthed, rough kisses, humming between each. “Hmm.” He continued. My eyes were closed, I’d just wanted to focus on his stubble dragging across my skin for a little bit longer, so fucking nice. “Lost you again, baby?” He retracted his lips, looking at me disapprovingly. I couldn’t help but pout when he no longer touched me. “Can’t keep spacing out on me, not when I finally have you.” I sighed briefly. “I can’t help it when it feels so good.” I pecked his lips gently, forcing him to loosen up again. “Don’t be bratty Cal.” He huffed. “I’m not the one who pouted when I moved away.” I shrugged. “Can’t help it if I want you.” He smiled at me before reconnecting out lips. “I like that you want me.”

My hands linked around his neck, his found my waist and then hips, squeezing at them enough that I knew he would leave bruises. I went to run my fingers through his hair, almost forgetting his stupid hat was still fastened tightly to his scalp. I went to pull it off him, pulling my lips away just for a moment. “Oh my God.” I smacked my hand over my mouth. “Don’t.” He pleaded, already bracing for what I was going to say. Hidden beneath the bucket hat, were not the black curls I’d expected to find, but instead were dry, golden waves, you’d easily mistake for straw at a first glance.

“What have you done?” I tried my hardest not to laugh but I just couldn’t stop myself, the more I looked the worse it got. He just grimaced trying to snatch his hat back out of my hands. There was no saving him now. “It’s not done.” He was adamant of that. He wrestled with me still. “Oh, I sure hope not.” I ran my fingers through it, it was so patchy, he’d missed half his roots all together, I swear I even saw a green patch towards the back. “Baby, let me fix this.” He squeezed me tightly, burying his face in the crook of my neck, trying to escape his embarrassment while I analysed the mess he’d made. “You can do whatever you like, just do me first.” I stifled a laugh. “I don’t know if I can.” I lowered my tone to mimic sincerity. He sat upright, to process my words, unsure whether to be concerned or not. “The hair is a real turn off for me.” This time I did laugh. “Shut your mouth.” I dropped his hat. “Make me.”

Calum pushed me off his lap, back onto the cushion next to him. I’d have been offended if he didn’t push me down on my back, lowering himself over the top of me. I shuffled on the couch, so my back was completely flat against it, my legs on either side of him. He knelt between my legs, staring down at me. “Think you should take your shirt off.” I played with the material briefly before lifting it, urging him to remove it himself. Once he threw it to the ground I took in the delicious sight of him. I’d never seen him like this, never this close, never with these intentions.

My hands flew to trace his tattoos, his collar bones first, then down to his chest, running them across the text etched into his skin. I’d not particularly liked the artwork he’d had done, not all of it anyway, but I couldn’t deny that it looked rather beautiful at this moment in time. I lowered my hand, following along the trail to the next piece of ink, taking my sweet time to enjoy this for as long as possible, even if I did notice his impatience, eyes flickering across my body even while fully clothed. “Need something?” I smiled up at him as innocently as I could manage. “Only everything in front of me.” 

His hands lowered down to my waist, but they didn’t stay there for long. It was his turn to explore, to feel around my body. It was the first time we’d done anything like this, he’d not known how I felt, how I’d react to his touch in certain areas, how I’d push my chest up into his hands to get him to be less gentle with me. “I’m not a China doll cal.” I pouted. “With your complexion, easy mistake to make.” I nearly swatted him. “Can’t all be bronzed, and sun kissed by the God’s.” He lowered his face down to kiss me, to shut me up more than anything. It seemed he’d listened to me, reaching up under my dress, grabbing at my ass so hard my mouth flew open. He caught my bottom lip between his teeth with a smile. “Fuck.” He had the audacity to giggle. “That’s what I’m tryna do.” He was the most annoying person on earth, I was lay here gasping for him and he still chose to frustrate me.

His hands drifted higher, toying with the waistband of my tights and underwear underneath. “Can I?” I nodded impatiently. He moved back pulling the material down my legs, sinking back onto his knees. I sat myself up, pulling at the hem of my dress, lifting it up over my head. Calum’s hands were immediately on me, running along my bare hips. I’d usually be self-conscious at this point but with him and the way he looked at me, so eager, I didn’t have the energy to feel anything other comfortable and even adored.

His lips reached my chest, coating it, smothering me with affection. My fingers tangled into his hair while he bit and sucked at my flesh. I felt heat rising within me, the fluttering of butterflies in my stomach. I was watching him adore me, giving my body as much attention as I’d always wanted, and I was overwhelmed. I really did love him. Each kiss was better than the last, he knew exactly what he was doing without it ever needing to be said.

I hadn’t even noticed he’d tugged my bra down uncovering both breasts, playing with one, tugging on it with his fingers, while he wrapped his mouth around the other. I gasped under his tongue, as it flicked over my nipple before nibbling softly. Just like the fucking ice cream. My chest was heaving, I was writhing beneath him. I’d never known my breasts to be so sensitive, but he had a way of torturing me, overstimulating me and he knew it too, he was grinning against my skin, humming nonchalantly as if he had no clue what was occurring because of him, how ready I was to have him destroy me already.

“Want you so bad.” I whined, hoping he’d end his relentless teasing. To my surprise he lifted his head, withdrawing his touch. He looked at me, cheeks burning red, smile the widest I’d ever seen it. “I love it when you say that.” It was hard not to focus on the word ‘love,’ he hadn’t said he’d loved me exactly, but it felt close enough for me to go giddy. “Come here,” I slinked my arms around his neck, pulling him over me, begging him to kiss me again. I longed for his kisses, never wanted his mouth to be away from mine again.

He shifted slightly, trying to find a comfortable position on top of me while he was still noticeably restricted by his trousers. He sighed into my lips before moving himself away. “Don’t you dare pout.” He held a finger out to warn me before I made that exact expression. He stood from the couch, pushing his trousers down his legs, his underwear along with them.

I didn’t know where to look, I could be respectful and avert my gaze, but I could also give into self-indulgence and drink in the sight that was him in all of his fucking glory. “You can look.” He had one hand proudly on his hip while he stepped out of his clothes, abandoning them on the wooden floor boards.

I let my eyes fall exactly where I’d been wanting them to. I even leaned up on my elbows to give myself a better viewing. He was unreal. I knew he’d be nothing short of gorgeous underneath his clothes, but this was taking the cake. How had I ended up so lucky? He was far more toned than I’d imagined, he also had more tattoos than I’d previously thought. I liked that. I also decided I was a slut for those thighs of his, so thick and juicy and for what?

He knelt back down on the couch, looking at me again. “I’m kind of nervous.” He lowered his hand to stroke my thigh, avoiding my eyes as he spoke. I should be the one nervous, not him. “I’ve thought about this way too much.” My eyes flickered over to his with surprise. “You have?” He continued to avoid my gaze, just voicing out his reasoning. I’d waited this long already, I could at least wait a few more moments for him to spill his truth. “You really have no idea do you?”

He finally took his place back on top of me, kissing my lips, running his fingers dangerously closely to where I’d been aching for him. “So wet for me.” He pecked my lips and then lowered his kisses downward towards my neck again. “Ready?” He mumbled into my skin. “So ready.” I closed my eyes, trying to gain as much composure as I possibly could before I knew I was to lose it again.

Calum rubbed the head of his cock over my entrance, almost shuddering as he pushed himself inside. My head flew back into the couch cushion as he slid inside with ease. He was filling me so snugly; I’d felt so tight wrapped around him. I wasn’t even sure he was completely in yet. Calum, tenderly squeezed at my breasts, kissing over my neck simultaneously while halting his hips, allowing us both to adjust.

Once he’d buried himself completely inside, he wiggled his hips slowly, just pushing on the fact I felt full to the brim and confirming to himself as well as me, that I’d taken him whole. “Fuck.” He caught my lips with his own, enjoying how I’d fallen apart at the size of him, loving that I’d coped with him despite his initial concern that I wouldn’t. Of course, I did though, of course I was perfect for him, in every way possible, in every way he could have thought of.

He withdrew his hips, just a little before sinking back in, both of us sighing at the sensation. I found myself wrapping my legs around his waist, needing him closer, wanting the weight of his body completely over mine. He gripped onto my hip with one hand, my ass with the other, face still buried in the crook of my neck, littering it with kisses but occasionally biting down to supress the urge to cry out for me. He was so vocal, humming, whimpering, crying out for me. Even though he tried to muffle his precious little sounds, I could still hear them, still appreciate them. He was feeling this just as much as I was, and I had never felt more alive.

I found my fingers tangling in his hair, comforting him as kept his hips rutting into me at an even pace. I clutched onto his shoulder too, needing something, anything to grip onto while he worked on me. “So, fucking good babe.” He, moved his head, lifting it up so he could finally look me in the eyes. I felt my pussy flutter around him the moment our eyes connected. “Is it better than you imagined?” I don’t know why I asked, the heat of the moment I suppose, carried away with myself and him. He nodded slowly, he looked so close already, so strung out but desperate to hold on for me. I’d had him so weak for me and I hadn’t even had to try.

“So much better.” He muttered. Eyes now falling down between us, watching himself fucking me. “You’re so much better.” I decided to adopt his trick, tilting his face back towards me with my index finger. “You close?” He nodded into my hand. “Kiss me.” He did as I asked, kissing me hotly, changing his pace at the same time. He wasn’t slow and sweet anymore; he was desperate and erratic. He was chasing his high, just as I’d wanted him to and somewhere in between I’d felt myself getting close too.

I squeezed my legs around him tighter, as if to signal that I was almost there too. He surprised me then, reaching a hand down between us, feeling around, tracing over my clit. After fumbling for just a few seconds he found the right pace, rubbing over it just right, just the ride speed with just enough pressure. With the feeling of him driving into me so deep and the new sensations of his fingertips, I found myself ready to release. “Cal.” I forced his eyes back on mine, “fuck, fuck.” He covered my mouth, slipping his tongue inside to catch me as I came around him, seemingly out of nowhere.

He dug his fingers into my hips, barely coping with the way I pulsated and fluttered. He groaned into my mouth as soon as I felt his hips twitching, an unmistakable sign that he was ready too

“I’m, fuck I’m-“ I kissed him again, he didn’t need to tell me, I could feel it all, I knew he was letting go, I needed him to let go. He slowed his movements, releasing into me, eyes snapping shut, face contorting in pleasure. He was the prettiest thing I’d ever seen in my entire life, so vulnerable, falling over the edge for me, all for me. “Oh my god.” He pushed through his orgasm, getting a few more strokes of his hips, riding it out as long as he could before finally, just collapsing on top of me.

We lay there for a few minutes, our chests heaving, bodies burning and dripping with sweat. My poor sofa, the things it had witnessed. I was so proud of myself though. “Now would be a really good time to go out for ice cream.” He laughed against my skin, before turning, his head resting sideways on my chest. “If I knew a midnight snack was all it took, I’d have asked you out sooner.” I scoffed. “You didn’t ask me out.” I poked at his nose before he pretended to bite me for it. “We stumbled across it while following my brilliant plan.” He nodded against my skin in agreement, his stubble scratching at my chest while he did so, I quite liked that feeling.

A comfortable silence fell between us but in my true, chaotic nature, I still had a burning question I wanted to ask to ruin the peace. “What did you mean when you said, ‘you really have no idea do you?’” He lifted his head lazily from my chest. “Do you remember everything I say?” Just like it had been earlier, when he’d let slip that he remembered every outfit I’d worn around him, I too spilled my own little secret, that I would always remember what he said around me. “Pretty much.”

“I’ve wanted you for a while.” He started, running his fingers up and down my side, tickling over my waist, rubbing little, incoherent patterns into it. “How long is a while?” I didn’t really need to know, it was enough that he’d confessed to liking me at all, but I couldn’t help myself, I always needed more information, and this was something I’d wanted to hear so badly, I would be doing myself a disservice if I didn’t weasel the exact thought process from him. “From the moment you threatened to break into Ashton’s house.” I snorted, hand flying over my mouth to contain the sound. He laughed so hard; his whole body was vibrating mine. “I don’t believe you.” He kissed me softly. “Followed you round ever since haven’t I?” I bit my lip, thinking about it, maybe he was right, maybe he had, I’d been too idiotic to see it.

We took ourselves off into my bathroom shortly after, I was thankful it was downstairs, knowing my legs were too shaky to make any further than that. He followed me in, closing the bathroom door behind him. I felt his eyes on me the entire time I tested the heat of the water. “You ever going to stop staring?” I didn’t even turn to face him when I spoke, I just stepped under the water, waiting for him to join me, closing the screen door. “When you stop being so damn attractive, I might.”

Just when I thought I was finally satisfied for a lifetime, his hand slid around my waist lighting a fire in its wake. He pulled my backside right up against his body, cock resting over my back. I hummed into his touch, really grasping at straws, trying to keep the moment as wholesome as I felt it should have been, but failing miserably. He kissed my cheek as innocently as you can imagine in this position and spoke quietly into my ear. “What’s got you so worked up?” I was turning into a horny teenager again; I just knew it. He’d done nothing but awake it inside of me too, actively encouraging it even. A moment ago, I thought we were too exhausted for anything else, now I wasn’t so sure. Not when he nibbled on my ear lobe like that.

I pushed myself back further into him, leaving myself with nothing but more than a deep desire for him, which he didn’t quite seem ready to give in to. His other arm reached over my shoulder to grab onto my shampoo on the shelf just to the left of the shower’s temperature dial. “Can I wash your hair?” He completely ignored my need; did he even realise how much I was ready for him? Was he going to deprive himself also? I could feel his need for me right up against my back, rearing to go. Maybe he had more self-control than I gave him credit for. Maybe I should just let him crack on with it and try not to combust when he pulled on my hair, wouldn’t that be nice? Oh, come on. There was no way, no way he didn’t know what he was doing. He tugged on a couple strands, mumbling some fake ass apology for it before I’d even complained about it. “Unbelievable.” I scolded under my breath.

He massaged my hair, humming to himself so casually, lathering my scalp in the fresh apple scented wash. He rubbed my scalp slowly and gently, sensually even, not uttering a single word, just dancing to his own tune. I’d let my eyelids flutter closed, leaning into his fingers, actually beginning to enjoy the way he was taking care of me, I’d so been in need of it, some tenderness, some aftercare. But as I kept my eyes closed, I started picturing us on the couch again, his fingers combing my hair, his breath on my neck, his cock sliding in and out. I was only frustrating myself further. “Time to wash.” He woke me from my haze.

I turned around, facing him instead of the flow of the water, washing shampoo from my locks. “Hey.” He said sweetly, smiling in a way that made the apples of his cheeks protrude adorably. “Hi.” I smiled. He pulled me into a hug, dunking his own hair under the spray of the water as he did so, to finally supply the golden mess that was screaming for hydration, the moisture it needed. Every time I looked at it, I shuddered.

Before I could think about it much longer, he locked our lips in a kiss. I sighed into him, throwing my arms happily around his neck, finding it hard not to smile into his lips. I win. I finally got to him. I couldn’t wait to see what else he had to offer.

I’d decided that kisses with Calum were my new favourite hobby. He meant every kiss, he enjoyed them, the pecks, the gentle touches, he explored me in every way he could, familiarising himself with me. I believe he could kiss me all day if I’d let him and I probably would. I loved how he never injected his tongue as he so wanted too, instead he skill-fully tested the waters, licking over my lip to ask permission first, never assuming that I wanted it, even though I could happily confirm that I did.

It was hard not to deepen the kiss with him either and certainly in this state, it was even more difficult. He was almost addictive, he hummed and murmured into my lips, he wasn’t even interested before but now, now I’d captivated him, I was a gateway drug. Then he did the greatest thing imaginable, he moaned. He moaned just from my kiss alone. He just valued the closeness, the intimacy that much. I was so greedy for him.

I started sliding my hands down his chest, dragging them as slowly as I could muster. His muscles tensed under my flesh; it was quite enjoyable actually, the flexing of them. He, himself took it as permission to wander too. “And here I thought you just wanted a cuddle.” He teased, cupping my breasts firmly within his large hands, no slow introduction necessary at all, a smile creeping back onto his lips. Now that he’d had me once, he knew I was his to do with as he pleased.

He sharply squeezed my nipples, using that as his opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth finally giving in to me. I felt him smiling, enjoying how predictable my reaction had been, he'd known me that well already. I simply pushed my chest further into his hands, willing him to touch me more, touch me harder fill my thoughts with only him.

“Want me that much?” He lazily questioned into my lips. I moaned in response, just as eager as he was. “Oh, is that so?” He played. “Cal, come on.” I was running out of patience, and he knew it. He wasn’t always sweet and understanding, he was a menace when he wanted to be. His grin was full of mischief, wanting to test me to my limits. I glared him down until he gave in, too sleepy to mess with me. “What do you want baby?” I sighed, what didn’t I want? I thought back to his fingers, his tattoos, how I’d so desperately wanted to prove my theory correct.

“Your fingers Cal.” He grinned, pleased with my decision, before brushing his lips over mine again. His hand lowered between us, him wasting no time in fulfilling my request, feeling down between my legs towards my throbbing pussy. I took the opportunity to treat him the same, wrapping my hand around his length. Calum was already rock solid in my hands, just as responsive as I had been.

I caressed down to the base of him, cupping at his balls, tugging them in a way I’d hoped he enjoyed. “Fuck.” He groaned, confirming what I’d been thinking of. He matched my actions by inserting a finger inside me, not even bothering to work on it, just ready enough to compete with me and I was definitely going to play just as dirty. I slid my hand over him, pulling up towards me, jerking him off gently at first, building him up slowly before changing pace. The more he worked on me, pumping his finger in and out, the more he hardened in my hands, and I hadn’t even thought it possible. I tugged on him more roughly, twisting my wrist, manoeuvring it to give him more of me, a controlled grip. I went between working the length and cupping his balls until finally rubbing my thumb over the sensitive slit at the tip. He rutted into my hand, leaving me to quirk my brow in amusement. “Want me that much?” He couldn’t even elicit a response, shaking his head, biting down on his plump lips.

I tried again, the same movement as before, working just the tip of him, pumping him in my hand, squeezing him tighter than I had been until he inserted another finger inside me, catching my breath in my throat. “Cal” He kissed me harshly, pressing my back right up against the tiles. My moaning of his name being something he would never get used to hearing. I kissed him back effortlessly, forgetting myself, dropping my hands from him in the surprise. I instead threw my hands around his neck, letting him pour his tongue into my mouth, fingers still buried inside of me.

I went to touch him again, once I’d recollected myself, but his hand had already replaced mine, moving in a similar fashion. “Don’t worry about me princess, your moans are more than enough.” I sighed, maybe from the pet name, maybe from his fingers pounding into me, I couldn’t even be sure any more, all I knew is that I was drowning in bliss, and I loved this fucking man. I was gripping at his shoulders to save myself from sinking down the plughole along with the water we were definitely wasting.

I can’t say I wasn’t relieved though; I couldn’t think at all and if I was going to touch him, I wanted to at least do a decent job of it which I’ll admit, I wasn’t capable of doing at the moment. I wasn’t at my best, making excuses clearly but can you blame me? His fingers were unmatched, and he was willing, so down giving me what I wanted, looking as if he was ready to cum himself, just from my pleasure alone, it had to be used to my advantage. I could always repay the favour.

He pulled his fingers away before pushing into me again, this time adding another. His precision with each stroke was insane. He wasn’t messy or chaotic, he didn’t ram them into me aimlessly, hoping that somehow it would feel good in the end. He guided them into me, he felt the way my pussy was wrapping around him, telling him how good he was doing. He knew that if he bent his fingers up towards him, pressing on the skin there, that he’d send my head flying back against the wall and I don’t recall ever having to instruct him, he just knew. He reached his other hand behind me to catch me as my head went back, preventing me from hitting it against the tiles.

“Careful baby.” I knew he was fighting a giggle at the way I’d come undone for him, and I’d probably laugh about it too, afterwards. For now, though, I couldn’t do anything but moan. He’d crashed his lips against mine and continued driving his fingers into me but at varying paces. I tried to kiss him and play with his tongue in my mouth, to give him some kind of useful stimulation to aid him in finishing but the way he was pulsating his fingers right now, I was going to explode.

“Is this what you needed?” Oh god, his voice all raspy in my ear and his teeth scraping against my earlobe, he loved overstimulating me, he adored it. Oh, you mother fucker. “I said, is this what you needed?” He withdrew his fingers, snatching my attention. I bought my eyes towards his, and nodded pathetically, he still didn’t seem satisfied with my response. I guess he wasn’t always the sweet and attentive lover. He was vexatious. I could not love him more than this.

I somehow knew he wouldn’t take pity on me for my speechlessness, I had to try and coax him back to me. “Yes, fuck, yes, I needed you so bad.” I practically stuttered the words, forcing them out to please him. “Good girl.” This was it, this is how I wanted to go, if my life were to end right now, I’d be grateful. To have those two words as the last words I ever heard, it would only be heaven for me. Not that I’d deserve my spot there, but I so truly felt like that was what I was heading towards.

I bought my lips over his, urging him to bring me closer, to fuck me harder with his fingers. I was close and there was no way he didn’t feel it too and I felt him, his hand speeding up over himself signifying he was just as far gone as I was. He’d started humming and moaning at the feeling of my walls tightening around his fingers. He kissed me and let me moan into his mouth, and he started muttering words between kisses, telling me how hot I sounded, how pretty I was, how good my cunt felt and best of all, how he wished he could bury his cock inside me instead of his fingers. He really amped up the pressure forming between my legs, pulling out all of the stops.

“Calum, I’m going to…” I was silenced with a kiss. He caught my mouth right as I felt that tightly wound coil in my pelvis unravelling faster than a speeding train. “Me too, baby, just kiss me.” I obliged, throwing my arms around his neck, pulling his body even closer against mine. He whimpered into my mouth when I felt his release spray over my stomach, and I too reached my peak. I honestly thought I was going to black out, my orgasm it hit me that hard and considering it was my second one of the night, it had no reason to tackle me so intensely. All of my oxygen had escaped me, I felt like I was sliding down the wall, if he weren’t pinning me into place, I would have been.

“How are you so good at that?” He whispered it into my mouth, I could only look at him in surprise. “Me? I didn’t do anything; you did all the work.” He pretended to weigh it up in his mind, nodding for comedic effect. “Yeah you’re right, I’m amazing.” I kissed him hard, with a burst of energy I’d gained while coming down from my high, half to shut him up, half to show my appreciation. I tangled my hands in his hair pouring my love into him.

You asked everyone you knew. The neighbour, the neighbour’s neighbour. His cousin from out of town, his cousin from out of town’s neighbour. Every single one of your friends and only one of them gave you something or more, someone to work with. “Why don’t you ask Calum?” You’re slouching on his sofa, sinking into the leather as he strums away at his guitar a joint hanging  dangerously from his mouth. “I don’t know him.” You say it like it’s obvious, kicking your feet up. “Which is exactly why you should.” You catch his drift, but you don’t want to. It wasn’t as ideal as he thought it was. “I’m gonna get asked questions.” You deadpan. “So, make some notecards.” You tug the joint from his mouth, bringing it to your own. “Yes you may have that.” You flick him. “Rude.” You take a drag before slotting it back gently between his lips, returning to your seat.

“He won’t do it.” Ashton doesn’t respond. “I know he won’t, he doesn’t like me.” He huffs. ‘You hadn’t given him a chance to’ is what he says in his mind. “Has he told you that?” He quit playing, giving you more of his attention. He really did want to help. “Not exactly, no.” He leaned over his guitar, placing the joint down in his hand painted ash tray on the coffee table. The one you made for him for Christmas the year before. The one that he loved and guarded with his life. “Ask him.” You shake your head. “Ask him.” He says again, the guitar now being rested carefully against the table alerting you that he meant business. “No. Way.” You continue. He moves over to you; you slot your legs across his lap, and he leans back into his seat comfortably under the weight of them. “I’m gonna ask him.” You think he’s joking. You hoped he was joking. He wasn’t joking.

-

“Calum, we don’t know each other that well so I thought you’d be perfect plus you’re kinda the only other single one left, so it had to be you.” There were no lies told. You were the only ones; it might have been the only thing you actually had in common in your little inner circle of friends. You weren’t close but you also weren’t complete strangers. You were a little more than acquaintances, but not really friends. He was your only shot at this, that much you did know. “I resent that.” You roll your eyes, ‘you would,’ you think. You’re running out of options, he was your last chance, you had a week to prepare, this had to be it. You considered throwing in the towel moments before he arrived at your place. Half an hour late. It should have been enough of a sign not to go through with it but then he did arrive. Meaning that somewhere deep down inside him, he was interested. You could work with interested.

“I’ll pay you.” You can’t imagine anything worse; you were desperate sure, not desperate enough to actually pay him but desperate all the same. He seemed reasonable enough though. He had more money than he knew what to do with and he was close with Ashton. Ashton was good people; he’d turn your offer down, you were sure of it. “How much?” He perks up, stroking his chin now his attention was caught. “You weren’t actually supposed to want payment.” You panicked, feet shuffling, hands tapping your thighs relentlessly. He was smirking. “Isn’t that how this is supposed to work?” He steps in close, a couple feet between you, not enough. “Want me to act like an escort? You’re gonna have to pay me like one.” If you hadn’t ever had a conversation with him, you might have found that attractive. He was tall, dark, and handsome. His jawline so picturesque you may have thought about kissing it once or twice. You also liked his eyes, even if he was cold and callous beneath them, only out for himself. But he wasn’t that attractive, and he didn’t intimidate you like he thought he did. Much.

“Like you don’t have more money than my entire family combined.” You dig. This was never going to happen. You don’t know why he even entertained it this far. There wasn’t a single helpful bone in his body, no matter how much you wished there were. “How bad do you need a boyfriend sweetheart?” He shortens the space between you even more. Your chest feels tight, the confidence dripping from his tongue was actually working on you, you were out of your depth. The way he looked at you too. Eyes flicking down to your lips and back, head tilting slightly, almost robotically, like he was sizing you up. Seeing if he could make it work. Make you work for him. You felt a heat on the back of your neck. You felt gross.

“100 bucks if they believe it, 50 if they don’t.” You couldn’t believe you were even saying it. You’d have to make him forget you agreed to any of that. “For how long?” He quipped back. “You’re so greedy. I’m gonna have to make a note of that in our very public lovers spat.” You lace it with venom as well as humour, standing your ground. The corner of his lips begins to curl. He fights it. “How long?” He repeats again, just as steady in tone. “A weekend.” You breathe. “Like Saturday and Sunday.” He asks. “Like Friday to Monday,” you respond just as deadpan. “200.” He takes a dangerous step closer. You don’t flinch. “150 and no black eye.” His brows furrow, forehead creasing in confusion. He kind of reminded you of a neanderthal. Dumb little boy.

“Why would I have a black eye?” You raise your fist. “OKAY PUT YOUR FIST DOWN. Jesus woman, I’ll do it.” He admits defeat. “Perfect. I made some note cards, things about me you may get asked about, read them, memorise them, guard them with your life.” You tug the notes from your back pocket, pushing them into his chest abruptly. He looks down at them quizzically. “What if they ask about me?” You shrug your shoulders. “I’m sure you’re not that complex.” He doesn’t attempt to hide how insulted he is by that.

“When is it?” You point to the cards. “All the information you need is in the notes.” He opens his mouth, closes it, then opens it again, “how are we-“ you go to open your front door, you’d had the entire conversation in the hallway, not wanting him to go any further into your home than that. “In the notes Calum.” He takes a look down at the cards in his hands, he hated reading other people’s handwriting, made him feel dumb when he couldn’t understand it as well as he’d liked. You joined your letters all curly too which didn’t help. He actually half expected you to dot the I’s with hearts, you seemed like that kind of girl. He wasn’t sure if he was disappointed that you hadn’t.

You’re ushering him out the door, waving your hand to make him move faster. He pauses in your doorframe. You were so close. You could just kick him; he’d be off your property in no time. You wouldn’t have to think about him for another week then. You could pack your bags in peace. “You spelt my name wrong.” He points to the card; you’d done it on purpose. “No, I think your parents did.” He frowns. Before he can respond again you give him that much needed shove out the door. “BYE CALUM!” You slam it behind him, leaning your back against it as if that would prevent him from getting back inside and on top of your nerves again. He found the whole ordeal just as unpleasant as you had but he still finds himself on the other side of that door with a smile on his face. He read every single card you wrote for him. You were way more annoying than he thought. 

-

“What part are you guys having trouble understanding?” You ask the table, leaning over, reaching for your cocktail to distract your mouth before you can step your foot in it. You were being tested way harder than you ever anticipated you would. You really never imagined they’d care let alone put you on trial for the crime of getting a boyfriend without their prior knowledge or approval. It’s nice to know how friendly and welcoming they really are when push comes to shove. You’d have to keep that in mind for the real thing, whenever that might be.

You’d laugh the nerves away, but you were afraid you might never stop laughing. You’d just manically laugh until you sank under the table, down into the ground, right to centre of the earth, burning up at the core before passing away painfully. You wished you could laugh. Instead, you just took the longest sip, looking to your left and right as subtly as you could muster under the immense pressure placed upon your shoulders by your sister and her fiancé. Deep breaths, it’ll all be over soon. 

“I don’t buy it.” She states matter of factly. “You go from a single dog mom to suddenly in love with the perfect guy.” You open your mouth to speak but you daren't even try, she’s not finished yet. “It’s a little conveniently timed don’t you think?” She waves her hands to illustrate her point in that annoying fashion that only she could. Waving her fresh manicure right in your face, whether accidental or on purpose, still ridiculously annoying and yet another reminder that she had her life together and you didn’t. She turned to her fiancé before glancing towards the rest of the table for back up, all nodding along with her instantly as if she were a puppet master stringing them along. Cowards. 

Your gaze remains steady and ice cold, colder than the slushy cocktail in your hands. The only thing that made the weekend worth it were the free bar and the adorable outdoor beer garden. You release the straw after a long sip with an “Ahh.” You try not to enjoy the twitch of your sister’s right eye at the sound. She’d always loathed when people did that. Anyone who made a noise of satisfaction after a drink no matter how delicious or refreshing it may be, was a colossal pain in her ass. You think she just despises other people’s enjoyment. She thinks it’s an unnecessary sound that people tend to use to exaggerate how nice something is as a performance for other people rather than for themselves. She also thinks it’s incredibly unladylike, which gives you a bigger kick to try it out every single time.

“Why would I lie?” You place your drink down harder than you intend to, wincing as the glass clangs on the table so hard you thought it may shatter. “You know I love you sis, but I don’t think I’d go to the length of faking a relationship just because you’re getting engaged.” Which would be such a wonderful sentence to throw out into the universe if that weren’t exactly what you were doing. “I just met the right guy.” You try not to grimace at the cheesiness of it all, that, and the fact you still hadn’t decided if you’d even liked him more than just a piece of eye candy. Because there was no denying that he was attractive, from the start he’d had that going at least. You’d only been admitting it because of the influence of alcohol too. It was just the rest of the package that gave you a headache.

“But he’s-“ You scowl before she continues that sentence, you almost will her to continue. “He’s what?” You push. If anyone were going to come for Calum they had better make it good because that was an area you excelled in and would absolutely love to be a part of even if you did have to defend him right now. You could always use any good material at a later date when left to your own devices though, a pen and paper would be wonderful.

“He’s not your type.” You don’t believe that’s what she planned to say, it came out far too polite to be something she’d actually thought of. “What is my type then?” You probably shouldn’t have asked her this, but your curiosity trumps all reason. She flails her hand around in her lap, trying to think of the correct way to phrase it. You had no doubt your past relationships were displaying in her mind, enough horrendous options for her to choose from right out of a hat. 

“Nerds,” she begins to list on her fingers, which is quite alarming because you really didn’t think you had that much of a track record. “Gamer boys,” which basically comes under ‘nerds.’ “Skinny guys,” that was absolutely not exclusive, “Gamer boy nerds.” She throws 3 fingers up. That’s if she was classing ‘boy’ as a type which you assume she was. You had to hand it to her, she wasn’t entirely wrong about your past dating pool, but Calum wasn’t exactly far off that. “Calum just, doesn’t seem much of a nerd.” You’re certain that’s not what she intended to say, and you thought she might stop herself there, but she doesn’t, why would she? “He’s, well I hate to say it,” you bet she doesn’t though, “he’s out of your league.” Ahh, there it is. That’s more like it. She even says it with an apologetic expression to make you consider it for a millisecond. If only he were here. Oh, how he’d love this.

Calum was the lucky one in this scenario, whether it was fake or not, you were a catch. One that no one had ever caught and kept hold of but a catch, nonetheless. Your mom would agree, probably not the best argument but it’s there and it counted. You reached for your drink once again and prayed he returned soon; you were drowning out here and you weren’t even out of the shallows. “Then lucky me.” You sip as aggressively as one can with a shitty paper straw wedged between their teeth. You were so glad the sea turtles were safer at the hands of recycled paper straws, but you so missed being able to drink a cocktail without the added ingredient of paper mache sinking at the bottom of each glass.

“Why are we in luck?” His voice swings in joining the conversation as he walks back over to your table. His hearing was impeccable, you wonder what else had slipped by him on his way over. You’d honestly never felt so relieved to hear his voice either, even if his steps closer bought the smell of cheap cigarettes and your early twenties. You’d have loved him back then. Back in college, your first taste of freedom, the option to date whoever you liked, to experiment a little. You’d have eaten up that bad boy, leather jacket, cigarette smoking musician act he had going for him. Quiet and brooding too, oh yeah, your knickers would have never left the floor. Good thing you grew up since then. 

He grabbed his chair, pushing it right next to yours, as close as he could get without sitting directly on top of you and for a second you ponder about why he bothered with his chair at all. His eyes burned into the side of your face, and you plastered a smile wide enough to match his as you leant into him. “What took you so long?” You whispered while maintaining that sickeningly sweet smile that hurt your face to pull. “You miss me that much?” He licked across his bottom lip, and you mentally scold yourself for looking at it. “I’m getting eaten alive out here.” He grinned wider. “Must be because you’re so damn delicious.” Your stomach fluttered. What the fuck? 

He pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek. You felt yourself relax into him, like his lips had sucked all of the tension from your body. You may not like him very much but you sure were glad he was here right now. Even without the facade, it was hard being in environments where you had to face your entire family alone. It’s not that you weren’t close with them, or didn’t love them, it was just difficult standing your own ground sometimes. You needed that extra shield for the invasive questions and high expectations, the anchor to keep you firmly in place, sure of yourself. It was a tough act to balance. 

He couldn’t deny that he’d gained some respect for you for how well you’d handled things. He wasn’t entirely sure he’d manage a family dynamic like this alone, even if he were part of it. He was kind of developing a soft spot for you, probably more than you were anyway. Okay, definitely more than you were. He wasn’t sure when it started. He’d had the message exchanges throughout the last week. He had the detailed notes about your life from start to finish to divulge. The 3 hour car journey where you refused to play music, instead forcing him to answer questions about you in preparation for the event. It was somewhere amongst there. Maybe even when you’d shared a room the past two nights without killing each other. In seeing a vulnerable side of you that made you appear a little more human. He’d also seen a larger portion of you without clothing, that certainly helped.

Yes. Perhaps somewhere around there he’d liked you. All he knew now was that in watching your interactions with your family, it made him want to stick to you like glue and support you the best he could for however long you would let him. You had it covered, and you’d tell him that too, afraid of showing any weaknesses, but that’s exactly why he felt like he should support you, he didn’t want you to feel so alone, you didn’t have to be so alone. 

He didn’t even have to force himself to kiss your cheek that time, he’d just wanted to rid your face of the frown that threatened to grace it, even if he found it adorable. His issue now was that he had trouble moving away. His lips lingering, breath tickling your cheek, until you coughed under your breath for him to shift away. For a moment he’d wished it weren’t all play pretend. That he could stay there and have it not feel so strange. He couldn’t pin point when his eyes started to soften at the sight of you. All he knew was that they had. It was getting increasingly easier to act enamoured by you, because, well, he might have been.

“So, what did I miss?” He tilts his head towards the rest of the table, it felt like such a difficult task to withdraw his attention from you. You yourself took the opportunity to catch a much needed breath. You also needed to pat your stomach to hold off the swarm of butterflies scrambling around in there. There was this dizzying, uneasiness in the pit of your tummy, like you were fighting the emotions within yourself. Those damn love bugs were wasting their time going crazy for this situation. It wasn’t real, not worth the energy. Surely you didn’t need to be convinced of that, it was clear as day. You didn’t need this unnecessary nausea. “We were just talking about what a wonderful couple you are.” Your brother in law speaks, directing his attention towards the man at your side. You really thought you’d liked that man, he betrayed you. You kept a special scowl just for him. He felt hot under the collar when he felt the intensity of it. Good, you thought. Traitor. 

Calum dipped his hand down onto your thigh where he’d noticed your hand was already resting, slipping his fingers between yours, resting atop your knuckles effortlessly for all to see. You’d felt your breath hitching in your throat. The simplicity of the action shouldn’t have caused such a stir, but it was just so easy for him. He was so touchy feely like it was the most natural thing in the world. He loved to touch. It was one of the main reasons that made it so hard to remain sure that this was all an act. Was he like this with everyone? You’d half hoped he wasn’t, even if your other half screamed at you for that naivety. It wasn’t exactly your love language, but you’d wished it were, you wanted to touch him. Too many drinks maybe.

“Why do I feel like that’s sarcasm?” He threw back with nothing but charm, sweet like honey dripping from his tongue. If he weren’t in a band you could certainly picture him as an actor with some of the crap he pulled. Sometimes he even had you believing this whole thing, lines blurring like no other. Especially when nuzzled his nose into your neck eliciting a squeal from your lips. All before deciding to stay there, sitting with his chin resting on your shoulder happily. Like the most casual position in the world.

Your heart pounded against your chest. His arm slunk around your waist. His mouth opened for you, signalling you to bring his cocktail and straw between his lips to take a sip. A ridiculously over the top public display of affection you swore you’d never partake in. Yet for some reason your hands were ignoring every judgment your mind was making, allowing you to feed him his drink like some kind of mother to a parched child. It was interesting to you how fast you’d been able to communicate with him like that without it ever needing to be said or asked for. “You owe me.” You whisper. “Not how this transaction really works.” He says between sips rather impressively. It might even be considered cute if it wasn’t such a threat. Your cheeks burned.

“It just seems so sudden.” Your sister just can’t bite back her tongue for more than two seconds huh. You’re literally sat there with giant, red, beaming heart eyes for each other. So, close your personal space would never be described as such for as long as you shall live, ever again. Literally feeding each other. Squeezing each other’s hands. Hating every second you’re apart. Feeling like you may break without the other. Whispering sweet nothings (more like threats but no one else had spotted that) into each other’s ears. You’re both so over the top, overwhelmingly infatuated (although falsely) with each other you may as well claim this engagement party as your own and YET, no one believed you for a second. Hell, even you thought you might be falling. Thank you vodka.

“When you know, you know.” You say, lifting your hand to pat his cheek after putting his drink back on the table. He squeezes your other hand instinctively. He’d almost forgotten he was holding it in the first place, it felt so nice and soft, like it belonged in his. It could belong there. “What will it take to convince you?” He offers. You squeeze his hand even harder, this time hoping to pump the breaks on this one. As much as you appreciated him sticking up for the relationship. You weren’t up for a quick fire round of questions that you weren’t prepared in the slightest. Especially since he refused to learn the answers to any potential enquiries a day prior. Deeming the impromptu quiz session in the car ‘enough learning for a lifetime.’

“Cal,” is all you warn while you beg him to shut up with your mind instead. “No, no sweetie, we can answer all the questions they have.” He grinned at you so menacingly; you wanted to wipe that smirk right off his adorably smug little face. Woah. When did he become adorable? Scratch that. Shush. You’re so pissed you don’t even fawn over the pet name, much. You may as well pack your bags now and return home though, you were done for, the hoax was over. The end.

“What’s her favourite band?” Okay, we’re actually doing this. “Or singer, if that’s easier.” Ryan, your least favourite brother in law and your only brother in law, fires out. He only knew the answer himself because he tried to impress you one Christmas by buying you a limited edition vinyl. Of all the people at this table, you thought at least he wouldn’t be sceptical of you. Unbelievable.

“There isn’t just one, its multiple, depends what mood she’s in.” You’re intrigued already on where this is going. Your sister jeered at the response, already less than impressed. Calum turns his head, lifting his hand to silence her before she can say anything. You almost pat him on the back for it. “But, if I had to choose.” Which he did. He really did. “Queen, Black Sabbath, The 1975, Taylor Swift, Harry Styles and I’m going to add 5SOS in there because she’s our number one groupie, aint that right babe.” You allow yourself to roll your eyes at the last part, even if you were dating you doubt you’d let him describe you as a groupie, dick.

“That’s easy, they’re pretty generic choices minus sabbath.” You had to give them that one, it wasn’t the most cut throat list of indie artists you could only associate with your taste and yours only. You’d been a bit of a basic music lover your whole life and there was no shame in that. You liked what you liked and that was okay. You were still impressed he knew any of your list though. Maybe he actually had read your notes, lying shit. Definitely not adorable. “Favourite food?” Okay, still going. You lean back, may as well get comfortable since you’re going to be here for a while. 

He snorted before answering that one and you wondered what was so insanely funny that could make him move his hand away from your thigh to explain it properly. You missed his touch the second you were without it. Gag. “Bread.” He giggled just saying it, the kind of giggle where the creases beside his eyes really stood out and his cheeks bunched up all precious and pudgy underneath them. You can’t help but smile.

“But not just plain bread right,” he looked to you before continuing as if to say ‘hey, watch this, look at me.’ He thinks he has you down. You indulge him. “So, bread in its many forms,” he lifted his fingers to start listing, “sandwiches, toast, brioche, fried bread, french toast, pizza dough, the list goes on right but at the height of it all,” he really gestured above his head to signify the detailed tier system of bread options. He added a small and useless breather to gain anticipation, it wasn’t working. “Garlic bread.” 

You snorted a laugh yourself this time. Not because he was wrong either, because he was 100% correct in fact. You were mortified that, that was your own answer. He locked eyes with you in a way that he hadn’t done before, with genuine affection, maybe even a glimmer of hope that he’d done you justice. He was captivated by you, your cheeks bursting with redness, your smile tight, starting to hurt you in fighting it. You looked so pretty right now. The glow of the lamps out in this beer garden just added to the radiance he already thought you had. He couldn’t believe a girl as pretty as you considered bread your favourite food.

He also found the noise you made to be one of the cutest things he’d ever heard, and he wished he could make you do it again someday. He really didn’t consider himself that funny though. He might have to get some drinks down you for another laugh like that. “I thought your favourite were sour patch kids?” Your sister argued, using her nails again to assist her point. Calum chimed in before you could go to correct her.

“Actually, that was her hyper fixation for a little while, ate every flavour except lemon. Which are my favourite, so it works out pretty well.” Your jaw may as well have hit the floor. He’d only known that from the car ride up here. You were about to throw the packet out before he stopped you, complaining you were wasting money and food since you left all the yellow ones. You were shocked he remembered. If you were impressed by him right now, surely everyone else had to be too, right? Wrong.

“Celebrity crush?” He answered this quicker than you or he would like to admit. You also just didn’t  know how he came to the conclusion he did and how he was so correct with it, suspicious. “Joseph Quinn hands down, can’t even knock it, he’s a handsome man.” The next question went swimmingly too. “Favourite hobby?” He gave it a thought for a second, glancing to you and back, “painting, she’ll say she’s no good at it but actually she’s got a gift. I’ve never seen anyone use colour the way she does. Actually, considered using some of your work for album art.”  He turned to you towards the end, and you struggled to decipher whether it was bullshit or not. Your heart actually ached at the thought of it being true. 

“Favourite movie?” Your brother in law’s turn to ask. You threw your head back in exasperation. “What is this, the Spanish inquisition? Is this really necessary?” You looked to your sister and her future husband. “Yes!” They admitted in unison. Calum’s hand returned to your thigh, patting it softly, his thumb rubbing soothing shapes into your bare skin. It was working. God it was working. He was like ice against your fire, the way he cooled you.

“I’ve got this.” He assured you. “Yeah, you kind of do, that’s why it’s so fucking weird.” You admitted quietly but not enough as to hide it from anyone else, deeming it safe for public consumption. He smirked. “Scared I know too much about you?” You were. You were terrified. This time you do lower your voice. “Just didn’t know you could actually read. Guess my notes were a great help after all.” You stuck your tongue out. For a second he thought about taking it in his mouth, probably some other filthier thoughts floated around his brain too. It was something about the proximity and the cocktails you’d shared, you could always blame those.

“The Harry Potter franchise but her favourite would have to be the second one,” he knows he has it right, but he just can’t think of the name, turning to you momentarily for help, you mouthed “the chamber of secrets” before he nodded and repeated it. He then paused, not for dramatic effect but so he could smile to himself as he thought about why that was your favourite. “It’s the first time we as the audience,” he gestured to his chest, “visit the Weasley house,” ‘the burrow,’ you say in your head, but it was close enough.

“The Weasley’s are the best family in the wizarding world, not up for discussion.” You leant in, your lips close to his ear. “If we were really dating, you’d be getting your dick sucked so hard tonight.” It took every bone in his body not shut the evening down and carry you back to your hotel room with that false promise in mind. He instead tried to ignore the now throbbing sensation in his trousers. Had you always done that to him?

“Ok those are fairly standard.” In what world was his last answer not specifically catered to you? “How about a random trivia round?…” The suggestions just kept going. If this were the only worthy form of entertainment they could find, married life was going to be abysmal. “Or.” He began and this is when you really, really started to panic, like exponentially. There was nothing that could have helped him out now. Your notes only consisted of the likes, dislikes, and the fake scenario in which you first met. There was nothing else. That was the end of the script. He couldn’t be that good at improvisation. You didn’t want the opportunity to find out either. You were no casting director. He no longer had to impress you or anyone else. If they were still at odds with the situation then so be it. You couldn’t please everyone. It really shouldn’t have taken you that long to realise it. Huh. The more you know.

“I can tell you about how she makes me feel.” You really, truly would rather you didn’t know. If it’s the truth, it would hurt. If it was a lie, well that might hurt even more. You begged the universe to keep him quiet. Whatever he had to say was going to blow your cover and throw this whole shit show up in flames. Your sister seemed so keen and intrigued enough to let him continue. You however, said your final goodbyes to any future you had where you weren’t a laughing stock for the entire family. A future where Calum couldn’t reject and discard you publicly. Now it was a very real possibility, you were far more upset than you ever thought you would be. Calum glances at you briefly, bucking up the courage to put on the biggest and most detrimental show of his entire life. 

He doesn’t face your sister when the words come tumbling from his mouth. He faced you, addressing you like he needed you to hear this and fuck, maybe he did. You actually felt touched about it until he opened his mouth. “You’re kind of a fucking weirdo.” You went to shut him up as the embarrassment crept in, but he spoke louder as he often did. “You are, you’re a freak- and it’s so, it’s refreshing.” Your mouth closed but oh, so slowly. You began to listen to him, decided to trust him. “You’re fucking nuts.” You rolled your eyes. How many ways were there, to describe you as crazy? Why did he feel the need to use all of them? “But I like it. I do. I feel like I can be myself around you.” He talked with his hands a lot as he scrambled the words. You reached for them, settling them in your lap and he silently thanked you for it. Everything got a whole lot easier when you held his hand. 

“You make it feel okay to be a bit crazy. You don’t have to be so straight or basic, you can just, be.” Just as you started to smile, you saw that you weren’t the only one. It was working, his little speech was actually working. “I like who I am around you. Even if sometimes you don’t. I like that you tell me when I piss you off. I like that you act like you hate me when you don’t. I like that you’re so fucking stubborn and headstrong you’d never rely on anyone else and that pisses me off.” You felt tingling racing across your chest. “I love that no moment with you feels forced. That, that smile, right there could make flowers bloom.” He gestured to your face with both of your hands linked together. “That your glare could cause a fucking storm or something.” You tried not to get swept up in the fact he’d stopped saying ‘like.’ 

“I love that everything feels okay when your hand is in mine, even when you try and say you don’t like holding hands, you’re too good at it to hate it. You know exactly the right moments.” He shook his head with a disbelief. It started to feel so real. “I think I’d miss you even if I’d never met you.” His hand tightened around yours when he said his last sentence. “And I’m glad I met you. I hope one day you’ll be glad you met me too.” The rest of his speech hadn’t mattered when he uttered those words. The words that knocked the breath out of you, leaving you fighting for your life in the seat next to him. You don’t think anyone had ever referred to you so kindly in your life, even if he did call you fucking mental at least 5 times throughout. 

He couldn’t even breathe. He’d said it. He’d let it all out and now he just saw the look of shock on your face and couldn’t take a single breath, not knowing how you’d react. It was news to him too though. He could play it off as a lie, say he saw it in a movie, some chick flick or something. He’d copied it because of course he had. But then again, on the off chance you weren’t horrified, he wasn’t sure if he had any more guts left to tell you it was true. He just knew that he needed to do something. He had to fill this painful silence somehow and thankfully, he didn’t have to do it alone. 

You kissed him. You scraped your jaw off the floor, and you kissed him. You’d not kissed him like this before. Like your life depended on it. Like he was the very air you needed to breathe. Like he’d meant every word he’d just said, and you’d believed it. God you might have even felt the same.     You were also slightly ashamed to say it had your panties soaking between your thighs. Not to mention your heart thundering in your chest.

Calum kissed you as if he were tattooing his words across your lips for eternity. Because for the first time throughout this whole charade, he was actually allowed to mean every word he had said, whether he knew this was how he was feeling at the start of the evening or not. Neither of you could have predicted a confession like this. Even after giving one, he wasn’t quite believing it himself. But fuck, there was freedom in it. There was a lovely form of permanence. Him knowing his words were out there for the universe to take and make with what it will. He felt weightless. It wasn’t the cocktails. Something just clicked in his brain, and he knew it. You were everything.

You melted into each other when his lips found yours. It was sweet and slow but confident, with purpose. Each stroke of his lips against yours carefully considered and carried out like clockwork. You’d felt a rush from this kiss. It was hungrier than any other you’d shared. Quite frankly it was starved. You’d pressed up against him so hard and he’d done just the same to you. His hands coming up to tilt your chin up towards him for more. As if you hadn’t been close enough already. Its only when you gasped at his touch did he slip his tongue into your mouth. You knew he’d had so much practice kissing women like this, but you couldn’t care. You allowed him inside, welcomed the way he licked into your mouth delicately. Blissfully enjoying the taste of his last cigarette on his breath, shocked that it’s not even a put off for you right now.

His words had gotten you drunker than the cocktails you’d been knocking back all evening. You almost whined when he dragged himself away from you. It was way too premature for your liking. Your eyes remained on him and only him as your hands fell back from their place atop his shoulders. You weren’t even sure when they’d gotten there in the first place, just swept away with nothing but him to guide you. 

He smiled at you; a smile you know he hadn’t been pretending. You were about to lean back in, sealing that gap between you, before you were reminded of exactly where you were. In public. Very much in public. You sank back into your seat sheepishly, heat rising to your cheeks, burning hot like lava ready to erupt. Calum threw his arm around you, and you seized the opportunity to hide your face in the crook of his neck out of embarrassment. He thought it might be the cutest thing you could possibly have done. He even struggled to wipe the blush off his own cheeks. He felt like a school boy again. “Okay, fine, we believe you.” Your sister threw her hands up in defeat. You’d forgotten what you were even aiming to prove, your head was so flooded with hormones. It remained that way until you were back inside the hotel.

-

Back in the safety of your room, deep in the darkness, the only light being from the glowing orange streetlights outside, you found yourself nervous for what would come next. You needed a moment to think. “I’m going to take a shower.” You said softly. “Do you mind?” He shook his head, unable to speak. You’d think that after he’d already lay everything down on the table, that he’d find it easier to approach you, but he resorted back to silence. “Go ahead.” He offered. You wanted to ask him to join you. You didn’t. You just thought about it while you locked the bathroom door behind you. When you wiped off your makeup. When you turned the water on and waited for it to heat up before stripping and stepping inside. You thought about it even under the water, arm stretched out to reach you shampoo. You still didn’t.

He’s already tucked away under the sheets, while you’re in there. He thought about falling asleep, willing himself into a trance before you could return, he couldn’t. His mind was swimming with thoughts. He instead insured that the wall of cushions you’d built on night one, was as high as it ever was. There to wedge a distance between you once more. Which is what you wanted, right? It was your main housekeeping rule for sharing a bed.

“Hey." He breathed, as you returned from the bathroom, steam seeping out after you. He was nervous. You ignored it. He lay flat, facing the ceiling, his arms fastened at his sides above the covers. You shouldn’t let your eyes wander but the light had given you a clear path to follow, leading you to the tattooed feather of his collarbone. You wanted to touch it, you’re not sure why. You slipped silently into bed beside him, only you turned your back on him, willing the conversation to end. But you didn’t actually want it to be over. 

He rolled over without so much as a creak being made on the old bed. He barely even tugged the cover from you. It’s like a move too sudden would spook you and send you running, it might have, he couldn’t be certain. “Do you think the great wall of prevention might be ready to come down?” He nudged it into your back for emphasis. He didn’t want the night to end. You didn’t either. And yet, your stomach twisted to think of an excuse, a reason for it to stay very much where it was. Only you didn’t find one. “Okay.” You spoke softly. “Okay.” He repeats just as low, just making sure. You hardly felt him moving them. It was so unlike him to be so gentle, so light handed, treading carefully. He was so cautious and calculated, you never thought he had it in him. The cushions were gone. Now what?

“I’m gonna ask you something, you don’t have to say yes, but I really need to ask it so please just hear me out.” There were a million different things he could have asked you; you’d never have enough time to predict it or rehearse the correct answer, you could only breathe as you anticipated it. “Can I hold you?” It felt good to say it, even if his breath was shaky and his heart felt like it might just pack in. He really wanted to touch you. That was before he even saw you there, lay in the warm glow of the light, hair still a little damp, loose over your shoulder, your t-shirt clinging to your body.

The sheets weren’t covering your lower half as well as you’d thought they were, not now the barrier between you was down. Now he could see the lace band of your panties peeking bellow your sleep shorts. He was about to abandon the whole ordeal. Just a peek shouldn’t have been enough to stir him between his legs and maybe it wasn’t, not on its own. But if he’d counted every other occasion tonight where you’d looked too pretty, sounded too sweet, it all added up and he guessed it contributed to the problem. 

He started to worry when you didn’t answer him. You obviously weren’t asleep. You were clearly fiddling with the sheets, your fingers tugged at the material anxiously. He’d completely overstepped, he should have expected that. You weren’t together. You wouldn’t ever be together. That was all this entire weekend was supposed to be after all. Just an opportunity to fake it. How could he be so stupid? “Come here.” He looks down to see you half turned back to him, the duvet lifted, giving him even more of a view of your shorts, but he tried not to look at you too much. To just see the invitation, which was what mattered the most. 

He wasn’t sure how to approach, you couldn’t help him either. You would spoon, that was a given, you hadn’t budged your position, left him no choice but to mould his body around yours. He shuffled closer, awkwardly trying to stretch his right arm underneath your pillow without lifting your head, hurting your neck. He curled around your back, leaving inches between you, like he couldn’t quite make himself grow any closer. His left arm rested on his own hip, too afraid to reach out and touch yours. He’d asked to hold you. Why can’t he hold you? 

You took matters into your own hands. You blindly reached behind you, hands finding his. Your one superpower. You interlock your fingers with his and bring his arm around your waist, the heat of his body coming with it. You could probably feel his heart pounding chest now he allowed it to press against your back. You definitely felt the goosebumps climbing his arms when you pressed a feather light kiss to his knuckle. His heart leapt in his chest.

“What was that for?” He lifted his head, you don’t know it, but he can see enough of your face from this angle to catch the blush on your cheeks and the smile that crept onto it. He’s reassured by it. “Just felt like it.” You shrugged. Only he doesn’t buy it, but he won’t push his luck. His head hit the pillow, only this time, he’s closer to you. His nose is nearly buried in your apple scented locks. You were so sweet smelling at all times, but that apple was just so incredibly you. He knew you’d only used the stuff because it came in a green bottle too. Because only you would map your product selection on the colour alone. It was one of the first facts in your note cards, that your favourite colour was green.

Fuck. He thinks. He really fucking liked you. He wouldn’t even curse himself for it. You weren’t what he expected, and he liked that. He liked that this didn’t go to plan. He liked that he couldn’t pretend any longer. He was grinning to himself, chuckling even. He boldly buried his head in the crook of your neck like he’d done a couple of times that night but more invasively now there wasn’t much space between you. 

“What’s so funny?” You shook his hand in yours. “Hmm?” You fought a laugh yourself; his laughter was infectious; it was just stupid and cute. “Ash was right.” He said. You turned your head back slightly, unable to see anything really, before giving up and leaning into the pillow again. “Bout what?” He leaned his head on your shoulder, lips nearing your ear. “Told me this wouldn’t work.” Interesting really, since he ushered you into asking him into this at the start. You’re suitably confused. He’s holding you, giggling in your ear, body warm against yours in this stupidly large bed that he’d made feel tiny, after convincing your family how in love you are, and he said it wasn’t working. That Ash, your biggest influencer, had also predicted it. Well, you’d have said the opposite. 

“This isn’t working.” You have a questioning tone. “Didn’t seem like that downstairs.” You were defensive, rightly so. “No, not like that.” He started. Your grip on his hand loosened and he panicked. ‘Just say what you mean, say what you mean,’ he tells himself. “Turn over.” He leant himself up, still firmly on his side. “Why?” He rolled his eyes. “Please turn over.” He pleaded. “Whyy?” You say again. “Fuck, would you just-“ he shook his hand free from yours, placing it firmly on your hip and he twisted you, so you were flat on your back, facing up at him with surprise. He didn’t expect that to work as well as it did.

“You’re so fucking annoying.” He huffed. “Thanks.” Your arms crossed over your stomach, you tried to avoid his gaze, but he manoeuvred himself so that he was directly above you. He decided you couldn’t be trusted to keep you gaze anywhere but on him. You had to give him a shot. Your expression had softened at the sight of him. Just like he’d hoped. His stupid round cheeks. The dumb smile. Why was he always smiling? 

“I wanna kiss you.” He said. You thought he was childish. “Is holding not enough?” He shook his head. “Never enough.” He leaned in close, but he doesn’t kiss you, not yet. His forehead just pressed against yours, his lips hovered, breath tickling your own mouth. “Can I?” He begged for it. “Yes.” You breathed. He does. His lips brush yours and it’s just as nice as every other kiss he’d given you. You’re not sure why you expected it to be different all of a sudden. You just had the idea that maybe it would be. Now that you, well now that you actually liked it.

But it wasn’t different, it was exactly the same. “Calum.” You whined. “Yeah?” He was upset that you’d interrupted such a crucial moment. “It doesn’t feel like I thought it would.” Your fingers stroked over his cheek; he arched a brow to question you. “We have kissed before; you remember that right?” He teased. You couldn’t have been that drunk. “Yes. Shut up. That’s not what I meant.” He’s still not on the same page although relieved somewhat that you were in fact sober like he thought.

In his mind that kiss was perfect, electrifying, mind blowing, the best kiss yet, you’d have known it too if you didn’t stop him so quickly. “What’s it feel like?” He tried to understand. You thought for a moment. What did it feel like? Warm, soft, sweet, he was one of the sweetest tastes. Where most men would taste of mint, Calum didn’t. He tasted like cigarettes and the kiwi and strawberry gum he chewed to mask the scent of them on his breath. It didn’t work completely, it more meshed together into its own unique flavour.

It felt nice. “Feels normal.” You said it like it was a bad thing and he can’t understand why. “What’s so wrong with that?” You tried to shake your head. Shake some sense into yourself. You were blowing it. “Kiss me again.” You didn’t have to ask him twice. He pushed his lips against yours, harder than the first time, much harder. Barely leaving a gap between you. Suffocating you with his kiss. He feels like this time he has to try harder; he needed to give you his all. There had to be more. 

His lips glided over yours, his lips rough but still careful. His tongue poking out slowly, licking gently over your bottom lip. You part it instinctively and the second his tongue slithered across your teeth, you finally felt it. You don’t know why it took you till the second try. You’re so grateful you felt it at all, but you were panicking for a second, thinking you’d made this huge mistake because how could you let yourself fall for him after all this nonsense? Then you felt it, that spark kicking you to life. That fire in your belly, burning you up inside, begging for his coolness to dampen it down. You fucking needed him.

Your hands gripped his shoulders, nails tucking into them just a little. He’s feeling the heat radiating from you, your energy pouring into him. He’s smiling against your mouth as your tongue meets his briefly. He just knows that this time, he’s got you. “You had me worried there for a second.” He panted, not wanting to pull away but needing to say something. You kissed him over and over, distracting him. Now you’d started, you couldn’t stop. “I know, I’m so cruel.” He smirked, kissing you back just as vigorously, hand coming to your throat, resting gently on it before tilting your chin up towards him.

You captured his eyes, so dark, nearing black in the dim light. If it weren’t for the golden flecks you’d be convinced they really were that dark. “Had to be sure.” He pecked your lips. “Yeah?” You did the same. “Yeah.” He’s so close that every time his eyes closed and reopened, you felt his lashes fanning your cheeks. “And now?” He asked so hopefully, heart on the line as he waited on your answer. You wanted to make him wait, torture him a little, not tonight, tonight you were kind enough to put him out of his misery. “Now I want you.” You said. He could have punched the air with excitement. 

You’re kissing again. Scrambling around, his body lowered on top of you, one hand resting on your cheek, the other grazing your hip bone. His body shuddered when you whimpered under the weight of him. You let your legs widen as he slipped between them, all before he lifted your thigh, depositing it safely around his waist. You prayed that he didn’t immediately feel the dampness in your shorts but you’re not the only one struggling.

His hard on rubbed into you, your lips parting with surprise. “Fuck.” He muttered, momentarily halting your make out session, the heat between your thighs overwhelming him. You sensed his embarrassment, his cheeks burning with it. “Me too.” You breathed. Lips pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose as your hand slipped between you, coming down to cup his bulge boldly through his shorts. 

The groan he released is sinful, maybe even painful. He felt big. He felt impossibly big. He wouldn’t fit in your hand, maybe not even in the two of them. He thrust into your hand when he felt you touch him. It was his first instinct; he couldn’t fight it. “Shit, sorry.” You caught his lips, tugging his bottom one between your teeth, releasing it slowly. “Gonna move my hand, want you to do it again.” If he thought he was embarrassed at his neediness before, it was about to get a whole lot more mortifying. 

Your hand moved away, he was grinding his hips down into you as you’d asked, and you felt the way his cock jumped into action. “Baby.” You panted. He’s sure his heart is going to explode, maybe his cock too, probably that first. “Say it again.” He needed it. “Baby.” You kissed him. He’s rocking his hips into you, you started rotating your own, rubbing yourself over his cock, hand moving out of the way. “Baby, baby, fuck.” He’s covered your lips with his, nose mashed up against you, you can’t breathe, you don’t even want to, you wouldn’t miss the feeling. All of this felt so much more important. “Feel so good.” You whine. He never would have thought you’d be so vocal. You didn’t seem like the type. Thought you’d be a bit of a brat maybe but not this, not confident and sexy and so sure of what you wanted. He could love that; he could love you. 

“More, need more.” You’re eyes rolled back when he’s lifting your hips with both hands, pulling your core over him. His cock slipping through your folds through too many barriers of clothing. “Shit Cal.” You felt the sensation of fire burning into you, setting you alight. You’re dizzy and hot and you just felt so good against him. The friction of his shorts might have been frustrating, but it was also, so rewarding. It was such a good roughness against your clothed mound. “Are you?” He can’t even say it, too busy dragging you over his cock. “I’m, fuck, Calum.” He doesn’t stop, not for a second, not for a beat. He makes you ride it out. He’s so stupidly proud of himself. He’d barely touched you and you’d come undone. You’d actually fucking came. “Fucking unreal for me.” He slowed himself down before he followed a similar path to destruction. 

He’s pushing your hips back down, letting your body sink into the mattress, pulling away from you to catch a breath. “I can’t believe that.” Your hand floats through your hair combing it back. He’s resting back on his knees, still between your legs. “You’re so fucking hot.” His eyes don’t look anywhere but your face. Your shirt is half way up your chest, bare tits poking out for him to see and yet, he doesn’t look.

You can’t say you share the same sentiment. Your eyes raced to the outline of his erection in them grey basketball shorts. You drank in the sight before you and your teeth clamped down into your lower lip. He reached down to squeeze your thigh. “My eyes are up here.” He gestured with his index and middle finger. You smirked up at him. “Kind of wish they weren’t.” You didn’t miss a beat. “Yeah?” You nodded. Eyes falling back to his very, large problem that he now palmed through his clothing. Shit, even his own hand wouldn’t cover him.

“Gonna keep looking or do you feel like helping?” His voice was awfully steady for someone ready to come apart at the mere thought of your touch. “You want me to?” You’re not sure what you’re asking. “Need you to.” He said. You sat yourself up. “Gonna take this shirt off me first?” You looked up at him, eyes wider than he’d ever seen, somehow so innocent even though you were anything but. “Of course, I am.” His hands didn’t waste any time lifting the material off over your head. You felt the bite of a chill rush over you, your nipples hardening, perking up with it. “So, very, sexy.” He can’t believe his luck. You’re amazed that you don’t feel shy, being so exposed to him. Guess that was good, it felt natural, you felt safe. 

“Gonna help you.” You warned, hands slipping down into his shorts. You gasped at the immediate contact with his bare skin. “No underwear.” He smirked down at you. “Fucking slut.” Your hand cupped him just like before, yeah, definitely needs more than one hand. “You love it.” He chanted “I do.” You confirmed, squeezing him hard. The rush of air that left his mouth, oh it made this all so worth it. You tried to be bolder, you took his length in your palm for the first time. You gripped him tight and moaned in unison. He moaned at the feeling of finding home in your soft touch. You moaned; at the way your hand can’t even wrap around him fully. He’s too thick, too girthy, there wasn’t enough of you to take it all. 

“Do something.” He urged, forehead leaning on yours for stability more than anything else. “Ah right, that’s what I was doing.” You play as you sprang to action, your hand lifting to the throbbing head of his cock, letting the trickles of beaded cum roll into your palm before you can cover him in it using it whilst you twist your hand up and down his length. “Ohh, fuck.” It came out gravelly. He’d never thought much of hand jobs, said no to many throughout his life, never being worth the time, never feeling as good as his own hand. This though. You. Your hand. You touched him and he swore your hand was made to hold his cock. Even if that sounded ridiculous, there had to be some way of it being true because he felt so good. His cock was slick and hot, it glided through your grip with ease and your tightened fist on him, it was incredible.

You knew to tug him hard at the base, to loosen around his tip. To constantly use his pooling arousal to your advantage. You worked his cock better than anyone else could, maybe even better than him. You weren’t rushing, you didn’t wank him hard begging for it all to be over, getting bored of the feeling. No, you just touched him. Switching your pace. Listening to his hot little sounds. Paying attention to what made him twitch, what made him rut his hips into your palm. You loved touching him, you wanted to touch him forever, every which way you could. 

He started fucking your hand. He’s not sure he can stop himself and you’re so turned on by it you actually moan. “What are you doing to me?“ He’d never felt like this before. You’d made him so weak. He was desperately thrusting into your fist like a pathetic little virgin, and you were moaning. He had to be making this up, you weren’t real, none of this could have been real. “Fuck Cal.” You’re soaked at the idea of it all, you even clenched down on fucking nothing, the thought of him inside you instead of just the palm of your hand, it’s too much to bear. “Need to fuck me.” You quicken your pace, your hand tugging at him desperately. “Fuck, fuck. Stop, you gotta stop.” He doesn’t want you to, God knows he doesn’t, but if you don’t, he’s gonna fucking bust all over your perfect little hand. 

He forced your hand out of his shorts and you have the audacity to pout up at him when he does. “You’re something fucking else.” He pushed you back, your head drops happily onto your pillow. “Something good I hope.” You toyed with him, and he is about to lose it. “Take these off.” He tugged at your own shorts, and you didn’t budge. “Off.” He commands, climbing off the bed, feet hitting the cold wooden floor of the hotel room. 

You shifted behind him, pulling your shorts and panties down your thighs, tossing the material to the general vicinity of you shirt. Your hands are once again in your hair, combing through it with nerves just eating away at you. You ached for him. Your thighs were squeezed so tightly shut you thought he might never pry them open again. You were on edge, literally dying there waiting. He’d dropped his shorts; they’d hit the ground quietly. He stepped out of them quickly, hand lifting to touch himself, he let out a quiet hiss when he did. He was so turned on, cock so tight and hot in his hand, he’d bury himself in you and never wish to leave. 

He climbed back onto the bed, settling on his knees like he had before. His hand rolled delicately across his tip, soaking himself still, using his own arousal to ready himself for you. His cock had a wet sheen in the light. You thought it looked even more delicious now with a coating like that. Perhaps your legs would part after all. “You sure?” He thinks he knows your answer, but he’d hate himself if he didn’t check. This had all been so perfect, better than he could have ever imagined because God, his imagination wasn’t half as creative enough to make you up. You were far better than anyone he’d ever known. The more he knew you, the better you got. Each and every layer, prettier or wittier or more perfect. You must have been real. Real and a gift made just for him because you had him hook line and sinker. He was dumb to credit himself for thinking he imagined you a few moments ago.

“Fuck me.” You spoke. He shook his head. Leaning over you, tip throbbing hard when it breached your walls for the first time before making a heady retreat, running through your slick, wet, lips instead. “Can’t.” He said. Running his cock up and down, eyes flickering shut, throat drying with his pure fucking thirst for you. “Why not?” You furrowed your brow. He’s right there, all he had to do was enter you. You could just lift your hips and he’d slip his fat cock inside. “Can’t call this fucking, not when you feel this good.” You think you might have passed out when pushed inside of you. “Oh, fuck.” He covered your lips to catch your moan. He didn’t think about the fact he’d be sinking in further, bottoming out, pelvis to pelvis with you when he did. 

Your legs wrapped around him so tightly your heels began to dig into his tasty, round backside. You fasten him in place intentionally. You needed to feel him. Needed to feel him in his entirety, pulsing inside you. He bit down on your shoulder till he tasted a metal zing of fresh blood, he’d apologise at a later date. For now, he needed it. You were sopping wet around him, engulfing his cock in a warm, tight sleeve. With each breath you took he slipped a little bit further inside. You felt so full you’d felt him bulging in your stomach, so far inside you it even hurt you.

“I need to move, gotta let me move.” He locked eyes with you before you nodded, loosening your legs, letting him withdraw his hips, pulling right back away from you, tip nearly leaving the crevice of your wetness. Then he pushed back in, all the way, hips against hips and you fucking moaned. You moaned so loud he thought he hurt you, ready to withdraw and panic at that thought. But then you lifted your hips to meet his. You meet his next thrust and then the next, and the next. You don’t let him do a damn thing without your involvement. You needed to be in this together because what’s the fucking point if you can’t give each other your all? 

“You’re so wet, soaking me.” You can only sigh, you’re not sorry, he got you so damn good he ought to be proud. “So damn hot. Gonna need to change the fucking sheets.” He rambled on. His hands dig delicious bite marks into your hips. Yours place a similar attack atop his shoulders. “Feel unreal.” You captured his lips in a needy kiss, chest pushing up as your back arched involuntarily. “Very real, so fucking real.” You muttered. As your back arched further, Calum found a place within you, a sensitive spot he angled into unexpectedly. A place you’d only ever touched yourself. You shook, and you clenched down on him, hard. 

He’d be an idiot not to notice it. You were clamping down so much he worried he’d lose circulation all together. “You want me dead don’t you?” He slammed his hips down into you. “Won’t be happy till I’m not fit for anyone else, that it?” His chest flattened against yours, his cock reaching that angle even more intrusively than before and you’re about to scream for it.

He’s got so much pressure leaning against it you’re about to crumble and he doesn’t even know it. “Calum.” You panicked, hands snaking into his hair, tugging his brown curls. He couldn’t get any closer to you and yet you needed it, wanted him covering you. “Fuck, you’re, fuck are you cumming?“ He leaned his head back, looking down into your eyes, you have tears brimming in them and he can’t believe it, he was so right. “Please, please don’t stop.” Your voice came out so weak, soft, precious, and broken and he thought you sounded like a needy little princess when you begged for him like that. “Anything, anything for you.” He meant it too. 

His hand wrapped around your throat loosely and tenderly as he coaxed your second orgasm from you. Your scream caught in your throat. He kissed you hard, breathing life erratically back into you. The way you tightened around his cock has his eyes roll back into his skull, his teeth biting down hard on your plump, cherry lips. He’s so close to cumming himself, but he will not let himself go until you’ve done it first. He had to make it through. He had to feel the way you came around his dick for the first time. Needed it imbedded in his brain as the religious experience it certainly felt like it would be.

“Calum, Calum,” you’re not even aware you’re yelling his name out there. You just do it. That’s what gets him in the end. Your pretty little voice wrapping around his name, securing the idea that he was in fact the guy who’d made you crumble into a mess in these sheets, twice. It was all him. “Where, fuck, where do you-“ he can’t even say it, can’t get the words out. “In me, need it in me, please baby.” 

He did as you asked, his hips pulsing into you, cock sputtering, leaking his hot cum inside you. You felt it all. Deep inside, covering you, damning you. You were claimed from the inside out. There wasn’t a single piece of you that wasn’t marked as his now. You sighed heavily at the thought of it. “So, fucking good.” You muttered. Him filling you was just so erotic to you. He’d felt exactly the same because of course he did, he was made for you. He loved that you’d let him take you like that. It felt heavenly pouring himself into you, coating you in his colours. Pulling out might just be the hardest thing he’d ever have to do. 

His body covered yours. He’s no strength to hold himself above you, but no way of pulling away just yet. You’d not minded his weight at all. You’d actually enjoyed it, felt comforted by it. Even if your bodies were sweat soaked and desperately in need of another shower, it felt nothing but perfect lying here a little longer. Your fingers massaged into his scalp, he hummed at the relief of your touch. His breathing slowed down, softly blowing over your chest where his head lay comfortably.

You decided you loved the sound of him breathing. You can’t explain exactly why that is, but it offered you some kind of comforting stimulation that you think you’d listen to happily for hours. The mere existence of him, being enough to soothe you. “So that, uh-“ he licked his bottom lip, wetting the dryness there. “That happened.” You heart leaped and you know he felt it. “Don’t make it weird.” You nearly begged. “I’m not making it weird.” You poked his head. “You’re making it weird.” You accused, poking him again. “Would you stop?”

He lifted his head this time to avoid another attack. Well fuck. If he thought you looked beautiful before, it had nothing on the way you looked now. You were flustered and tired, your eyes wet with tears and probably sweat and yet, gorgeous. “You’re staring.” He hated you. “I can’t stop.” He’s lying. He could, he just never wanted to. “What will people think?” You gasped. “How will we tell them?” He continued, following your train of thought like he’d conjured it himself.

“Well, what do we actually have to tell? You know, to get our story straight.” He knew that was your not-so-subtle way of asking what you were, after all of this, but he doesn’t mind it because he’d also liked to know. As cliché as it was. It really did happen that fast. “Well,” he rubbed your cheek with the back of his hand, watching as your face leaned into his touch. “Your family think we’re in love so, that’s kind of handled.” You laughed. “That you’re way of confessing your love for me?” You dig with a smile. “No.” Yes. But it was way too soon to verbalise that. Sure, you’d known him for a while, but this weekend was the closest you’d ever been. And yeah, he may have felt it in his bones, but he wasn’t crazy enough to admit it to you. Jesus Christ. “So, it’s just, everyone else.” He nodded, then repeated after you. “Everyone else.” Easier said than done. 

“What if I uh, slip you another 200?” He rolled his eyes. Only you would ask that. “Oh, because I haven’t whored myself out enough?” You grinned. “Well, if the shoe fits baby.” He nudged your nose with his own. “No but seriously, what would 200 get me?” You tried to deadpan but the smile refused to leave you. “I’m refunding it by the way.” You feigned shock. “My money not good enough for you Hood?” He looked at you with a ‘you really asking me that?’ look on his face. Though technically, you hadn’t actually given the money to him yet. “Only asked for it because I knew it’d piss you off sweetheart.” That hadn’t surprised you at all. “I dragged my ass to the bank for nothing.” He thought he might howl with laughter. 

They bought a few to keep in the bathroom and that morning she had peed on the stick while Harry was cooking breakfast, she let the test sit hidden in the drawer because she didn’t want him to know she took it, and waited till he left to see the result.

It was positive. She was pregnant. At first she didn’t really believe it, so she waited till she needed to pee again to check and it came out positive again. Y/N was in tears, rubbing her now small tummy with a smile on her face. Soon she’d have a little piece of her and Harry that she’d wanted this whole time.

After thinking about how she would tell Harry, she decided to go searching for a little toy bunny, wanting to put it in the oven along with the tests. She couldn’t wait to find out, to see his reaction. They’d been waiting for this moment for so long.

He was hoping that she would be pregnant soon. The more they tried, the more excited he got for an actual little one. They looked at parenting blogs together at night. Y/N has become a staple in his bedroom with the bigger bed, walking around in his shirts. It was oddly domestic already, and he has a feeling that perhaps he was in trouble.

He adored Y/N before but now she was even more precious to him. He wanted her to be comfortable and pregnant soon. Wanted to know he was a father as soon as possible. That was a goal of his. Not that the sex wasn’t incredible. It was.

Mind blowing, fantastic, even more so because they shared a common goal. He was in his prime.

She was sweet to him, and gave him affection and it had changed their friendship. Sure they were goofy and stuff but... there was a shift. Neither of them talked about it though.

“Y/N, babe. You okay?” She seemed antsy this morning. He’d made breakfast and went to the bedroom to change, coming back to her sitting on the counter twiddling her thumbs.

“Yeah, I’m alright.” She let out a little yawn, “I’m gonna do some groceries today, but... think I’m just going to chill out.” Y/N explained, laying back down comfortably on his bed. They’d really just been staying in his room, it’s been a while since she’d ever touched her room. Thankfully, she’d hidden the test there so he wouldn’t find them too early. She still had to make sure.

“When are you gonna be home?” Y/N asked, admiring him as he fixed his hair in the mirror. She wanted to think of what they’d have for dinner, something easy and simple. She had a feeling that she would have a hard time keeping it in, she was already wanting to blurt it out.

Y/N wondered if things would change now that she was pregnant, wondered if he would still wanna have sex if they ever got horny of if he’d still cuddle her and kiss her in bed. She had yet to kiss him in any other situation, only when they were getting intimate. She’d had to stop herself plenty of times though.

“Around 4, I think? We’re doing a bit of writing and meeting with someone. I’ll hurry up though cause I know you wanted to get frozen yogurt tonight.” She has been wanting it for a bit but Harry hasn’t been able to get out to grab it for them, so they’d planned on going out later to get some together. A nice outing.

“Are you going to cook or did you want me to grab some dinner?” He asked as he turned around, buttoning up his cowboy themed embroidered shirt.

It never got old, seeing her laying on his bed and in his clothes. They’d had great sex last night, but still he felt locked and loaded. If she wanted sex he would drop anything for it. Maybe he was pussy whipped? It didn’t matter to him though. He just wanted it.

“Okay, just keep me updated and grab whatever you’d like for dinner, babe.” Y/N nodded, planning in her head. “Text me a list of things you want me to get at the store, yeah? Be safe. Love ya.” She got up to give him a quick hug and kiss on the cheek before she sent him on his merry way. It felt incredibly domestic, but she was okay with that.

Once he left it was go time, deciding she needed to get a plan in action. She was so excited about telling him that she was nervous, she’d just kept it from him and that was hard enough but, she needed to figure out a way to make it as inconspicuous as possible. Yes she wanted frozen yogurt but this was more important.

It felt like things were falling into place though. She knew realistically she couldn’t have been all that pregnant, but she had to make a doctors appointment and get all that sorted. She checked Harry’s schedule and booked an appointment for a day they were both free. It was happening.

Harry worked and texted her about his clementine wants, waiting eagerly to get home to see Y/N. It had been like this for a bit now. He couldn’t wait to get home to Y/N for their tome to hang out and cuddle and kiss and then fuck. It was one of the most fun times of his life if he was being honest.

He grabbed pizza and salad on the way home from work, making his way up the stairs with a spring in his step. He missed her quite a bit. It was odd, the shift in their relationship. Always had been attached at the hip, but even more so now. It was great though. He didn’t regret a thing.

“Honey, I’m home!” He joked, kicking the door closed behind him. Coming to see her every day was a relief on his soul. Harry wasn’t an overly anxious person normally, but any stress he had melted when he walked in and felt her.

Y/N has set everything up, feeling herself getting all anxious as the clock came closer and closer to hitting 4. She’d spent the whole day feeling all giddy, that bubbly feeling in her stomach while she wondered if she should film his reaction or if she should just keep it between them. It was the little things that she thought would make one hell of a difference in the long run.

When she heard him bust through the door she smiled, letting out a little chuckle. “Hi, Angel boy, how are ya?” She asked, noticing the pizza box. Y/N was wondering if she should tell him now or later, feeling like she wouldn’t be able to keep it in for much longer.

She set up her phone secretly next to the jar of flower and hit record, going to give him a hug and help him put the food down. “How was the writing session?” She asked, wanting to keep the conversation normal.

“S’good! You know how they go. Same old same old. Got a few choruses done.” He murmured, placing the pizza box down. For some reason she seemed off. Not in a bad way but, different. He was confused as to why but he squinted his eyes at her a bit, watching carefully. Hm. What was she up to?

“What are you up to, babe?” He asked, approaching further and holding on to her waist. His fingers wiggled a bit against the warmth of her body, tickling her sides. “You seem a bit different.”

He was just like that with her. He could tell the differences in her and the behavior she showed very easily. They hadn’t been best friends since birth without reason.

“Ah! There’s that smile. What’s goin’ on. Did that copyright deal go through?”

Y/N couldn’t stop giggling, shaking her head as she tried to get him to stop. “Harry!” She squealed, “I’m okay I— stop!” Y/N whined, pushing at his arms to get him to stop. It was now it never. She realized that she couldn’t keep anything from him and well, she wanted to celebrate with him.

“Yes, it went through but, could you check the oven for me?” Y/N asked, looking up at him as if she was simply just asking him to do something for her. His confused expression had her laughing a bit, “go on, check it.” She spoke, nodding towards the oven.

Inside was a little bunny stuffed animal holding her two positive pregnancy tests. She decided that since he often called her bunny she decided use the play on words of, bunNY in the oven. Hopefully if he didn’t understand, the test would give him a clue.

He furrowed his brows but nodded. Did she make cookies or something for him? That would be amazing.

He opened it and was confused. Why the fuck was there a stuffed bunny in the oven. But it was holding something. Looking at her with curious eyes, he reached inside to pull it out. His heart nearly stopped as he realized just what the rabbit was holding.

He choked slightly, looking closer to make sure they said what he thought they said. Positive. Two positive tests in the stuffed bunnies hands. Turning to look at her with wide green eyes, he looked between her and the rabbits hands over and over again.

“Are you kidding?” He asked slowly. “This isn’t a joke, right? Cause if I cry over a joke, I’ll be mad.” He felt his eyes burn. Was he going to be a dad? He needed to hear it from her mouth. Her confirmafion.

Y/N made sure that he was in frame before her looked in, standing there watching him with her hands covering her mouth. The look on his face was priceless, tears pricking are her own eyes as he took out the bunny and the tests and started putting the pieces together.

“I’m not joking.” Y/N said honestly, letting out a little laugh because she couldn’t hold it in anymore. It was hitting her that she and Harry were going to be parents. “I found out this morning, but I wanted to tell you in a cute way.” She felt the tears threatening to fall so she let them.

Of course she’d expected to get emotional about this, but not like this. She thought that she’d be emotional because she was finally having a baby, finally going to fulfill her dream of being a mom, but she was more emotional because she would be doing those things with harry.

“Baby?” His lip trembled as he put the bunny and tears down and immediately scooped her up. He hugged tightly, kissing whatever skin he could get to. He was quieter than he had expected, but he also hadn’t expected himself to cry so much because of it.

Letting her go, he got to his knees and picked up the shirt, hiding himself under it and whispering to the baby. It wasn’t a bump yet but Harry was goinf to protect her and her tummy like no ones business.

“Hi, my baby.” He kissed over the skin, feeling Y/N pull the shirt up for him so he could breathe better. “Hello in there. Daddy is so happy you’re here, yeah? We love you so very much.” He rubbed his cheek against her skin, holding her hip in place and the other hand tracing on her tummy.

“The most loved and spoiled baby in the universe. Gonna have all the love and care you could possibly get. Yeah? Mummy is so happy too, I know she is.” He pressed tender kisses to her stomach all over, feeling her hand massaging his hair.

“Yeah.” Y/N let out a tearful giggle, nodding her head as she immediately wrapped her arms around him and gripped him tight. She swore she was the happiest girl in the world. This was certainly the best day of her life, she’d never forget this moment and lucky for her she had captured the whole thing.

When he got on his knees and let himself under the shirt she left herself let out another little happy sob, smiling because she knew exactly what he was doing. She’d done the same thing earlier in the bathroom. Y/N looked down at him with the happiest look on her face, her hand gently combing through his hair to comfort him.

They were doing this together. She’d never have it any other way. Y/N couldn’t imagine anyone else who would be better, she was confident this was the right choice. She knew then that she was in love with Harry, more than a friend. He was the father of her child and the man that made her the happiest.

When he came back up she hugged him tightly again, nuzzling her face against his chest and just swaying their bodies peacefully. “I’m so happy.” She breathed out, sniffling a bit.

“I don’t even know how to describe it:” he knew they’d been trying but it seemed so distant. Now that they had what they wanted, he was the happiest man on earth and that was it. He didn’t need anything but his baby and Y/N and that’s the truth.

“Got so much to do. Gotta make appointments and go shopping and get you more vitamins...” he breathed. “Fuck, I should have gotten you more protein besides pizza. M’sorry, Bunny.” He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her mouth. He was so happy.

“I’m unsure how to express how happy I am besides with crying and kisses.” He sniffled with a watery giggle, cupping her face in his hands and wiping her own wetness from her cheeks before he kissed all over her soft face and ending it with a bit of a steamier kiss to her mouth.

“I know H, but we have time.” Y/N spoke with a hum, “made an appointment for Monday with my obgyn... I made sure your schedule was clear. I also looked up the vitamins and have them on auto ship every month. And I bought a bunch of food at the grocery store so... pizza is perfect.” She had a lot of time on her hands today.

What she wasn’t expecting was to receive a kiss on the mouth. Y/N wasn’t complaining though, his kisses had become one of her favorite things if not the favorite and she’d happily take them whenever she could get. “‘s okay, I know how you feel.” She cooed, sniffling a bit herself.

That last kiss did have her heart rate picking up as flutters erupted in her belly. Y/N happily gave him the same energy back, hands traveling up his arms. She loved this. She loved him. Y/N let out a little moan against his lips, not expecting to get so turned on. They didn’t need to try anymore, but he still managed to get her going.

She was wearing little shorts and a shirt. He wanted her. It was sudden but his emotions were hard and hot and he wanted her so badly, he kissed harder and grabbed her ass in his hands, motioning for her to jump up into his arms. Yes.

“Shhh, sh. Let me.” he grabbed the fabric and shuffled them as he put her on the counter, letting them get down far enough so he could get his hand in there and rub over her cunt.

“So sexy, givin’ me what we need. My good girl.” He was high on emotion and need and happiness. Who could blame him for it? He needed Y/N and her pussy and he couldn’t stop it. Her gasp was loud but he didn’t care. All he cared about was showing her how much he appreciated her and how she was going to be treated with him. She was going to love it.

“Jus’ let me play. You did such a good job, growin’ my baby in there. My good girl. Givin’ me everything I want, have a perfect mouth and pussy, just.. fuck.” She was easily wet with his fingers rubbing her clit and through her slit. He loved her.

Y/N let out a loud whine, jumping up when he tugged upward and wrapped her legs around his hips. It was definitely unexpected but certainly welcomed, especially with how excited and happy she was to know they’d finally done it. His reaction to it just made her even more emotional and then that kiss? He could take her now if he wanted.

She had started kissing at his neck, nipping and biting here and there. It was then that Y/N remember her phone was still recording all of this and what had originally started as a sweet video was now turning into a sex tape but she didn’t care. She’d crop the two videos later. Now was her time to enjoy.

“Fuck Daddy...” She breathed out, feeling herself throb against his fingers. Y/N was wet already but in all honesty, when was she never not wet when around Harry? The realization that she loved him just made her even more reactive, whines and whimpers escaping her as she continued on with her steamy kisses.

“Mm, yeah. I need you. So badly.” He knew he had been inside of here just mere hours ago. But he had found that her cunt was addicting and he wasn’t ever getting tired of it.

Moving her pants down with his free hand, he moved them so they were thrown to the ground. No panties? It’s like she knew that Harry was going to fuck her as soon as he came home.

“Cmon. Need to be careful with you.” He picked her up and carried her to the bed. “Can’t fuck you on the counter right now, as much as I want to my sweet girl. Have t’be safe.” He placed her in the bed, tossing his belt to the side. She looked beautiful. Bare on the bottom, mouth swollen and wet just like her cunt.

“How do you want me to have you, hm? On your back? Want to ride me? Or do you want to go on your knees for me first.” He had found she had quite liked that.

Y/N let out a happy sigh, glad he wasn’t going to tease her because she just needed him now. “Can I ride you? Please...” She had been thinking about it all day. He was always the one to fuck her and she loved it, but lord knows she could give him one hell of an orgasm while being on top.

She had reached out to pull his pants off, allowing him to unbutton his shirt while she pulled hers off. Once he was on the bed she wasted no time in climbing on top of him, cupping his jaw in her hands while she kissed him passionately. She let her hips roll over him a few times, letting out a pleased moan. “I need you so bad..” Y/N whimpered, moving her hand to guide him into her.

Having sex while your pregnant is certainly the safest sex you can have. There is no way to hurt the baby so long as you don't go crazy, no way to get pregnant again, and naturally you’re more sensitive and hormonal. Y/N especially felt it in her nipples, even her shirt rubbing on them felt tender.

“I know you do, my sweet girl. God…” he groaned. Everything about her right now was his absolute dream. His best friend, his favorite person in the world, was giving him a damn baby. A child just for them. Harry wanted to be a father more than anything and now he got to do that, all thanks to her. “Have so much to thank you for. So fucking gorgeous… full of my baby, thank you.” He nuzzled into her breasts. “Gave me the greatest gift anyone could ask for.”

Harry was truly grateful for her. When this idea had just been a concept he had worried it would strain their bond but if anything? It’s brought them closer in more ways than anyone would ever be able to believe.

She was the perfect mother for his child. Kind, intelligent, strong, creative… everything he could ask for in a partner to raise a child. This mind blowing sex was only an added bonus.

“Can't wait until you’re fully swollen with our baby, darling. Until you’re so sensitive you’re begging for my cock… mm, I’m not going to be able to keep my hands off of you, am I?” A rhetorical question because there was no way in hell he could. His hands ran over her hips and settled one over her stomach. It wasn’t extended by much yet but it was firmer than normal, the observation felt straight in his cock as she sat on top of him. Stuffed full of him, enjoying the delicious stretch in her walls.

Harry enjoyed watching her head roll back and her hands grab on to her breasts, his mouth watering when he realized just how fucking perfect they were. How soon, they’d be full of milk. How he could take full advantage of that. It was definitely a more taboo want other his, but sitting up and taking one of her nipples into his mouth had him confirming he couldn’t fucking wait.

“Fuck.” He groaned against the spit sticky skin, tongue lapping over the swollen nipple. Her hips rolled and squeezed around him causing the both of them to moan. One hand steadied her hip while the other held the breast he hadn’t tended to yet, making sure she didn’t feel lonely. “Can't wait for you to be full of milk… n’let me fix it all. Want to taste it all over my tongue, pretty girl. Always want that.”

Y/N didn’t expect that to fall from his mouth right now, but it fed into her own desires. Another slow roll of her hips, cock clenched hard inside the slicked up cunt, she felt incredible. Her best friend, father of her child and completely and utter sex match talking about taking a taste of her in a brand new way… She couldn’t ask for more.

“Mhm… can have whatever you want. Anything you want, your mouth feels so good. Going to take such good care of me and our baby, won’t you?” Her hands threaded through his silky locks, pulling his face back to her chest and giving a breathy sigh of pleasure as her nipple was taken back into his mouth.

He moaned into the skin while flicking his tongue back and forth against the bud that would eventually produce it. Knowing she was seriously pregnant now lit up a fire inside of him. A primal one that called to the most deprived human nature there was. In his mind, he was going insane knowing people would see her and know she was taken by someone. Eventually they’d know it was him, and know she was satisfied and full of his child. No one else’s.

“I’ll take care of your every need. You and my baby… fuck, I have to.” He flipped them over again, pulling her legs back around his hips. “I’ll let you finish on top, Angel. But I need to take it for a bit.” Harry’s green eyes flashed darkly as he connected their lips, pulling his hips back and began to fuck into her. It wasn’t fast, no. It was deep. So fucking deep it had her seeing stars, the hands in his hair tugging roughly and whines crawling from her throat as she clung to him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She sulked as she felt every single inch of him slam inside of her. Sensitive beyond belief, Y/N swore she could feel every vein on him, every silky inch of skin of him. “You’re so deep… no ones ever been this deep.” She arched her back as he thrust back inside.

Harry lowered on to his forearms, mouth at her ear as he kept the steady thrust of his hips. “N’No one ever will, Darling. No one will ever be this deep, no one else will have their cum catch like mine has. No one else has the pleasure of knowing… you’re full of their fucking child. That this cunt belongs to me.” His gravely tone sent chills through her body as she clung closer, a weak attempt of a moan escaping her throat as he got deep again.

It was the possessive words that had her cunt sopping wet. The deep timber of his voice radiating through her body and going back down to her cunt, the slide of Harry’s thickness inside of her edging her closer towards her own orgasm. It was almost embarassingly fast but it was like Harry was hand picking things from her brain to make her the most aroused she had been in her life.

“It does.” She simpered. “Belongs to you, H. Please- you’ll make me cum talking l-like that.” The warning fell in eager ears. Oh- he knew.

“Then cum. M’not stopping at one.”

Harry knew all about about he was going to do. The orgasms he was going to give her with his hands, his fingers, his cock. How he was going to wreck her into a crying mess and spend the rest of their night cuddling and him keeping her as close as humanly possible, hand on her stomach and kissing all over it when she let him. He knew that this was only the beginning of the multitude of pleasures that they were going to provide for one another- and he couldn’t fucking wait.

———

“Harry, please. For the love of god, sit down.” The pregnant woman was stressed. Watching the father of her child and best friend pace the examination room at their first doctors appointment was slightly endearing. Knowing he was so anxious and excited to be here made her even more happy and solid about their choice to do this together- but… “if you keep pacing I’m going to get motion sickness from watching you.” An exaggeration of course, but he didn’t know that.

Harry snapped out of his trance and his stressed features softened, pulling the chair to sit next to her. Her smaller hand was taken into his warm one, knuckled brough to his lips as he smudged a few kisses on to them with his slightly chapped lips. “Sorry. I’m just excited. And nervous. Want to make sure everything is going okay with them.”

If there was one thing she could say, it was that Harry was attentive. Since finding out just a few days prior, Harry had multiple new prenatal vitamins delivered to the doorstep. Amazon packages with parenting books- the ones they didn’t already own- a new pregnancy pillow, pregnant woman teas so she could drink safely… he had been horrified when researching how many herbs could potentially harm their little one. He was extra cautious and Y/N couldn’t help but appreciate his attention to detail.

“I know.” She softened up and gave him her best warm look of reassurance. “I’m sure everything is fine. Please, love.” His hand was tugged up to her mouth and given a kiss on the wrist. “I love that you’re just as excited. The doctor will be in any minute. You’ve got to relax for me.” It was comical really. One would assume that he would be the one soothing her nerves but Harry was the parent that was stressing out. Normally cool, calm and collected Harry was a mess over a fetus.

Their fetus, though.

To his credit, Harry calmed down significantly and behaved well when the doctor finally made it. There was a feeling he couldn’t describe in his chest as more than warm and fuzzy when she had greeted them as ‘mom and dad’. Knowing he was cemented as their child’s father even in someone else’s eyes, his hands holding her single one as he leaned against her and watched. The sticky ultrasound gel was applied as she chatted with Y/N about her feelings and morning sickness while Harry kept his eyes bouncing from her face to the wand on her stomach to the fuzzy looking screen.

He always knew he would be emotional, but the tears that choked him as he heard the wooshing of their little one’s heartbeat sent him spiraling. The view was a bit difficult because the doctor said they were turned away from them, but it didn’t matter. Harry sniffled, leaning down and pressing warm kisses to the top of Y/N’s head.

“S’our baby.” He said in awe, the sound filling the room. “We made them, yeah? Keeping it alive and cozy inside of you… I can never Thank you enough.” He tilted her chin up and gave her a small kiss, one appropriate enough for someone else to witness. “Can I record it? On my voice notes?” He asked quietly to the doctor who looked at the overwhelmed father to be with fond eyes, nodding at his request. It was saved immediately, recording sent to Y/N.

The man was reeling even as the sound cut off. Fuzzy in the brain after hearing their child’s signs of life for the first time. They were too small to feel for Harry, to see, but he was looking forward to every and any change she would be going through. He wanted it all. Wanted to experience and document it all. The photos of the ultrasound were printed and his was tucked right into his worn brown wallet. Safe keeping, but more than anything else, ease of access.

The dining room was made up and decorated to the finest degree, the most precious dinnerware set out, people sprawled across the rooms at different tables. His was filled with the highest class. His father, mother, sister and a few of his cousins, aunts and uncles. The highest ranking and the ones meant to carry the lines. He was supposed to be paying attention to the story his uncle had been saying but there was a scent that caught his attention. It was hard to pinpoint with so many in the room, but it was driving him mad.

It was only when he felt it get closer, the scent strong as he found the source standing beside the table with her head bowed that he realized it was her. That scent that made his cock swell and his teeth clench, the thing that had been distracting him most of the night, was standing right in front of him with a bottle of wine to pour. Only the finest bottle, too, which meant she was in good standing with the staff. They wouldn’t send a bad maid to pour the wine to the highest people.

Harry’s body ached. It burned as he watched her with a sharp glare as she moved around the table, filling glasses with a curtsey each time. It was when she got to him that it changed. It had to- Harry wanted to see more.

“Give me your eyes.” He commanded quiet yet tersely., anticipation riding in him as he watched her tense. She shook a little bit as she raised her face to him. seeing the fear unsettled him. He didn’t want her to be afraid of him.

He realized his error, knowing most royals wouldn’t speak to her unless there was a problem or she was in trouble. His demeanor gentler than before, he tried again. “There is no harm to you. I just wish to see them.” His tone softened for her.

Her beauty was far better than anything he had seen in all of his trips. How she wasn’t one of them, a noble, at least the wife of a nobleman or woman? He had no clue. She took his breath. Stole it from his lungs. Beauty surrounded this omegalike an aura, crystalline visions popping into his head as he observed her. The curve of her lips was something he had seen painted in the most priceless pieces of art, her lashes long and soft. Harry felt displeasure rise when he saw the unease under her gaze, but he could see the interest in it as well. That soothed the beast.

“What is your name?” He questioned, ignoring people around them looking at him for speaking with staff. It was very unusual but he didn’t really care for the normalities at the moment.

“Y/N, your highness.” She peeped, the soft voice wrestling and wiggling under his skin. He wanted to hear more. His hands clenched around the chair again as he tried to reign himself him, his stare seeming to beam through the woman. Her hand still shook as she waited for him to address her again.

“Y/N.” Tasting the name on his lips, he decided it was his new favorite flavor. Until he could taste those curved lips or the honey between her thighs. “Thank you. You’ve done excellent tonight.” He thanked her. “You may go.”

Letting her walk away was something he felt against his inner nature. The alpha in him was thrashing at the idea of her walking further from him but he composed himself, returning to his conversation without addressing why and how he did that.

The entire night he could smell her. His eyes tracked her as she walked across the room, eyes avoiding his even though he knew she was well aware of his stare. She had to feel it. She was polite and graceful, curtseying and pouring the wine, carrying trays. It seemed wrong to him. In his mind, she was someone to be treasured. A beauty, a smell like that? She would be sat at this table in his lap. Like the other omegas did, curled happily into their alphas. His more primal mind couldn’t comprehend why he couldn’t just grab her and do the same. It was a scent match, at least on his end. That’s how it should be done.

If he wasn’t a royal, maybe he would. He wasn’t so out of his mind yet to do so, but he hatched a plan that night. One that would definitely raise waves.

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“I want a chambermaid.” He spoke to his father, sitting across from his desk. The day after the ball to welcome him back, he sat with his finger stroking over the stubble that had grown that night.

“I thought you didn’t. For your privacy?” His father raised a brow, placing the paper in his hands down on the wood. “I suppose you can. It is your right. I can look and see who is available, set you up with a skilled-“

“I want Y/N.” It was rare he interrupted his father. But he didn’t want just anyone. Just any maid. He wanted the one that had made him go mad the night before, chasing her scent every time she walked around the room and unable to look anywhere but her when she entered the room. “The one who served us wine last night. She was very polite. I wasn’t aware we did more hires when I was gone.”

The king looked over at him with an unreadable gaze, clasping his hands together. “I see.” He let the words sit for a moment. “She’s very pretty, too, Harry.” His brows turned, looking over his son. “I know you know of your duties. Your honor. I don’t mind that you have a chambermaid you have affection for so long as you know it is not something you can keep. If she is willing to change her positon for you in the kitchens… I will see to it.” He paused, looking over his son. “I know you are a mean of honor and will not make this woman do anything she is not willing to do. But be mindful. Be aware. Omegas are delicate creature emotionally. Lay out your bearings and conditions if you move in that direction. I will not have a scandal. Am I clear?”

The king was no fool. He knew exactly why. After seeing him speak and stare at the omega all night, he wasn’t surprised that Harry was interested. The woman caused a commotion with others as well, despite her knowledge.

“Yes, Father.”

You first saw him when you checked in. He strode across the lobby with so much elegance and grace, you couldn’t get yourself to look away and stop staring. He was on the phone and his eyes fell on you for a split second before he walked out of the building.

You swear that one glance was the single most sexual thing that has ever happened to you. There was this aura that was around him at all times, dominance and passion oozes from every inch of his tall, muscular body. Since then you’ve seen him a handful of times, at dinner or breakfast, sitting at the bar when you were leaving. Every time his eyes found you, as if he was looking for you and when they found you… it took everything in you not to drop to your knees. You know nothing about him, but he appears to be a man in power, not quite your type, but there’s just something about him that’s different, that draws you in every time you lay your eyes on him.

You’re ashamed to admit that you even had a wet dream about him. A man whose name you don’t even know. 

This man is now looking at you in only his swimming trunks, his bare chest a view you’ll never forget as long as you live. You’ve only seen him in button-ups and suits, they hid the many tattoos littering his fine body and you fight the urge to trace them all with not just your fingers but your tongue as well.

For a moment he seems surprised to see you, but then a tiny smirk tugs on the corners of his mouth.

“Some late night sweating?” he asks and it’s the first time you hear his smooth voice, it’s sweet like honey.

Your throat has gone dry, so you can only nod as you fumble with the belt of your robe that’s covering your bikini clad body. You snap your eyes away from him as you step to the hangers and slowly peel yourself out of the robe, all while feeling his burning gaze on your body.

When you turn around, he doesn’t even try to hide the fact that he’s been staring at you. The raw hunger in his eyes has your blood boiling and you’re glad you put your black bikini on, because wetness is rapidly pooling between your legs.

He opens the darkened glass door of the cabin and holds it open for you.

“After you,” he winks and you almost forget grabbing a towel as you walk into the steamed up cabin.

You’re quick to climb up to the top benches, laying your towel down before sitting on it, acclimatizing to the sudden hotness. 

The man opts to sit across you on the middle bench, close to the rocks, he shoots you a questioning look at you and when you nod he pours some water on the rocks, increasing the humidity of the cabin. It takes only a minute for you to start sweating.

You’ve completely forgotten about the fact that it’s the nude cabin, but when you see him stand up and untie his shorts, your lips part for a moment.

“You don’t mind?” he asks, hooking a finger into the elastic, giving it a gentle tug, teasing the V-line that dips under the band.

“N-no. It’s the nude cabin,” you manage to say before clearing your throat.

He nods and then pushes the shorts down so easily, as if you weren’t just a stranger only a few feet away from him.

He’s huge. And already halfway hard.

You need to swallow as he places the shorts onto the bench and sits on his towel, a smug smirk playing on his lips, his eyes glued to you from across the cabin.

But you can’t get yourself to avoid looking at him for long, your gaze returns to his form and you steal short looks at his crotch.

“Feel free to undress,” he adds smugly and you know it’s a challenge. 

Normally you’d be too prude to do it, getting naked in front of strangers is not quite your thing, but the fire inside you is making you do crazy things. So when you reach behind your back to untie your top, you make sure to keep your eyes fixed on him. 

You pull it over your head, not caring to untie the strings behind your neck and then drop the top beside you, catching his eyes wandering down your chest. The rush of confidence that takes over you is surprising, but you’re determined to live off it in the moment. You lazily pull your legs up and roll to your stomach, holding yourself up on your elbows so he still has a clear view of your breasts as you try to pretend like you’re just lounging in the cabin without a care. 

“I’m Harry, by the way. I’ve seen you around the hotel a few times.”

The way he strikes up a conversation while he’s completely naked, his hardening dick between his juicy looking thighs is maddening, but you want to play along and see where it will go.

“I’m Y/N.”

“Are you here for business or pleasure?”

“Pleasure. I like to take some time for myself this time of the year.”

“Sounds nice.”

The conversation ends here, but the staring match has just begun. As the minutes pass by and your skin is fully coated in sweat, the intensity of the way you look at each other gets progressively shameless. Breathing is starting to appear to be a hard task and not just because of the hotness of the cabin. Every time you take a deep breath to fill your trembling lungs you catch his eyes wandering to your expanding chest and when you turn to lie on your back he barely even looks anywhere else than your breasts or face.

All while his cock gets harder, proudly saluting between those strong thighs.

It’s so insane, you can barely think straight and you have no idea where this will head, the tension, the hunger, the unspoken dirty thoughts that keep racing in your mind are driving you over the edge. And then the breaking point happens.

You’re looking straight into his eyes when his hand, with a swift and confident movement, grabs the base of his cock, giving himself a hard tug. A moan slips from your mouth and you know it’s game over. 

Without an ounce of hesitation you reach down and push the bottom of your bikini down, wiggling your hips to get the fabric off and you drop it to the side, baring yourself fully to him. When you turn your head to see his reaction you see some pain on his handsome face, one that roots in an insufferable passion, you catch him running his finger across his lips while his hands start to work steadily on his erection. 

“Fuck.” The word slips out of your mouth as just a whisper, but he catches it with ease. Your hands start to move on their own as you cup your breasts, your palm slipping easily on your sweaty skin, your nipples poke against your touch, in desperate need of a pair of foreign hands to handle them, but it’s only you for now. 

Your core is dripping wet, both from your arousal and sweat, your clit throbbing for even just a touch, so you don’t torture yourself and move a hand down between your legs and start playing with it.

“Start slow,” Harry speaks up, breaking the silence and when you look at him you’re met with a pool of dominance in his eyes. It forces you to obey, not that it even occurs to you to go against him in this moment. 

You place two fingers on your clit and start to move them in circles, slowly, but with quite some pressure, your lips part and you struggle to breathe under these conditions, but you won’t stop. Harry starts jerking himself off faster and his hips sometimes buckle up into his grip, making you wish it was your mouth or cunt around his cock instead of his hand. 

“Now go faster,” he tells you as if he was giving you permission to do it. 

You obey at first, but when you hear a grunt roll out of his throat, you gain confidence and yearn to have more control. 

Sitting up you put your feet to the bench under you and spread your legs, giving him a clear view of your glistening pussy as you run your fingers up and down, smearing your arousal over it while you watch him fall apart. His eyes darken and his bicep flexes as he goes faster and harder than before, even his toes curl when he watches as you push two fingers inside you, moaning with no shame. Your free hand moves up your stomach until it reaches your breast and you grope it imagining that he is touching you. 

“Fuck, I’m–” he starts, but then you hear a door slumming shut somewhere outside and you jump up right away, your heart hammering in your chest from the fear of getting caught. You check the time outside through the door of the cabin and realize how long you’ve been in here. The fog clears a bit from your mind and you remember that this man is a stranger and he just watched you pleasure yourself while jerking himself off.

“I have to go,” you breathe out and grab your bikini and towel so fast, he doesn’t even process your movements, only when you’re slipping out of the cabin.

You want to go straight to your room, but you’re so sweaty that you just need to shower it all off with some cold water, so you move to the area where two showerheads are installed on the ceiling and start the water in desperate need of cooling your body down in every sense. 

What has gotten into you? You have never let your desires take control over you like it happened just moments ago, you totally lost your cool and all because of a hot guy you met barely twenty minutes ago. You shouldn’t have played along, it should have never…

But it felt so good! He ignited things in you no one has ever and that scares and excites you at the same time.

The sauna door opens and Harry rushes out holding his swimming shorts in front of his crotch, but when he sees that it’s still just you he drops it to the floor as he walks up to you.

“I’m sorry if I overstepped a line, but I just couldn’t stop myself, I’ve been seeing you around for days and you completely–”

He doesn’t get to finish his apology that sounds genuine, because you smash your lips against his despite the remorse you’ve dealt with the last couple of moments. 

You grab his face desperately, pushing your naked body against him, his erection wedged against your stomach and the feel of it makes you throb for him. He’s quick to react, one hand coming to the back of your head, fingers tangling into your wet hair while his other grabs you by the hip to pull you closer, even though not even a piece of paper could fit between your sweaty and wet bodies. 

Cold water rains down on the two of you, yet your whole body feels like it’s on fire. Even though you initiated the kiss he has taken over control fully, his mouth devouring yours with so much force and passion, you’re seeing stars. He pushes forward, making you walk back until your shoulder blades meet the cold wall of the shower. He bites into your bottom lip, tugging on it hard before his mouth moves to your jawline and neck, some his kisses turn into bites as he tastes you, sweat and water mixing on his tongue as his hands grab onto the back of your thigh and he urges you to lift your legs. He holds you up with ease, your legs wrap around his waist and the position brings the tip of his cock to your clit, nudging it as he thrusts his hips forward to keep teasing you.

“I want to fuck you, Y/N. Right now,” he grunts against your collarbone before licking up the column of your throat.

“Do it!” you exhale desperately. “Please, do it!”

“You won’t freak out on me?” he asks and you notice the hesitation behind his words, how he doesn’t want to make you do something you don’t feel comfortable with.

“No, I promise,” you answer, your words dying into a whisper as your chest heaves against his and you move your hips to feel more friction, but you feel so painfully empty without him. “Please!”

“Begging looks great on you, baby,” he smirks before occupying your lips with his mouth again while he reaches down and grabs his cock by the base, dragging the tip back and forth between your folds, making sure to pay extra attention to your clit when he’s at the front.

“Protection? I promise you I’m clean.”

“I’m clean too and I’m on the pill,” you nod eagerly and the thought that you’re about to feel him raw already makes you clench.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” is all he says before he pushes into you so hard and fast, the air gets knocked out of your lungs in an instant. 

He only gives you a few seconds to adjust to his length and girth, he’s bigger than anyone you’ve ever been with, he starts moving without warning and he doesn’t start off soft. He goes fast and hard, pushing his whole length inside you every time he thrusts forward and you swear for a second you’re afraid you might pass out, but you don’t want him to stop either. You hold onto his strong shoulders while trying your best to keep your legs wrapped around his waist, though they start to turn into jello.

“Oh fuck!” you almost scream when he manages to push even deeper inside you and one of his hands is quick to snap over your mouth.

“Shh, we don’t want anyone to hear us,” he lets out an airy chuckle and when he pulls his hand back he kisses you before burying his face into your neck.

He’s going at an insane pace, stretching you out so well, your walls grip his cock as if it was made for you. From time to time he whispers against your neck or lips.

“You feel so fucking good.”

“Yes baby, you like that, huh?”

“Love the way I’m fucking you?”

You can only mumble an answer, that is if you even find the ability to talk, because he is fucking your basic skills out of you. 

“I want to feel your pretty cunt coming all over my cock, Y/N. Now. We don’t have much time, someone might come in soon,” he urges you.

“I want… Can I…” The words die on your tongue every time you try to tell him what you want.

“What do you want, Beautiful?” he asks, noticeably slowing his movements down so you can find your voice again.

“I want to ride you so badly,” you whine and he is quick to act and please you.

Holding with secure arms, he pulls you away from the wall and walks back to the sauna cabin so he can sit down. The hot air fills your lungs and you want to protest against it, but when you ease down on his cock you forget about everything that’s not perfect.

Like how you start sweating again or how hard the wooden bench feels under your knees and shin. It’s all nothing when you start grinding against him, getting what you wanted.

“Come on my cock, baby. Use it as you want.”

You hold onto his shoulders, head rolling back as his palms find your breasts, giving them the attention they needed all along. Then he wraps his arms around your torso and replaces his hands with his lips, licking and sucking on your nipples, sending shockwaves through your body.

“Harry, I’m gonna come!” you cry out and maybe even a tear rolls down your cheek too, but it could easily be sweat as well.

“Give it to me, baby! Come for me!”

He leans back and holds onto your hips before he starts thrusting up into you, your movements come to a halt and you can’t hold it together any longer. Gripping his shoulders you come harder than ever, your orgasm washing over your body in waves and it feels like it will never stop. 

Then Harry’s hips fall out of rhythm and he stops for a few moments every time he thrusts into you as he comes with just as much intensity. Feeling him come inside you might trigger another orgasm in you, or it’s the first one that’s still lasting, you have no idea. 

Slowly, his movements stop, but he remains buried deep inside you as you both try to catch your breath, but it’s hard in the hotness of the cabin. Harry must feel the same way, so he wraps you in his arms and stands from the bench, exiting the sauna before he returns under the running water in the shower. 

“I’m gonna put you down, can you stand?” he softly asks, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. You nod, but you might have overestimated your strength, because as he lets you down to your feet gently, your knees buckle underneath your weight. “Easy, I got you,” he hums, grabbing you by your waist before you could facepalm the tiled floor.

“Sorry,” you breathe out as you finally stand up straight.

“Nothing to be sorry for.”

You shower lazily, both of you taking your time, Harry keeps touching you under the stream, keeping physical contact with you at all times. He even wraps you in your robe when you’re finished.

“If it’s not too late… Do you want to have a drink with me at the bar?” he asks with a shy, but charming smile when he has put his swimming shorts back on, his robe hanging untied over his frame.

“I would need some time to recover,” you admit with a chuckle and it brings a smirk to his face.

“Alright, maybe next time.”

“Or… you could come over to my room and we can have that drink there,” you offer, his face lighting up right away.

“That sounds fantastic. Lead the way.”

A couple of knocks on the door woke him up from his daze, making him turn around to the sound and smile at what he found.

You were standing there, leaning against the doorframe with his coat in hand. Your short, black velvety dress was covered in glitter thanks to the number of decorations the hosts put into making this a great NYE party. Your high heels shoes were dangling from your fingers under the coat, leaving your feet covered in some old ugg boots that they kindly lent you a few hours ago.

Your eyes were sleepy, he could tell by just one look. But the smile on your face was so fond and filled with love that he couldn’t help but to take out his phone and snap a picture of you. Promising himself he would make it his new phone background in the morning.

“I look like a mess,” You giggled when you noticed what he did.

“You look gorgeous” He retorted, walking up to you.

He opened his arms and you immediately found your place between them, head falling on his chest to listen to his heartbeats.

“You’re warm” You mumbled, burying yourself into his embrace.

“Here,” He said, grabbing his coat from you and putting it over your shoulders “Now you can be warm, too”

You smiled as you stood on your tiptoes, placing a small, lingering kiss on his lips.

“I love you, Cal”

“I love you more,” He said, cupping your cheeks and kissing you again “Ready to go?”

A nod on your part solidified your decision. He put his arm around your waist and brought you closer to him, kissing the top of your head as you made your way downstairs.

The party was already coming to an end. Ashton was standing in the kitchen talking with people Calum is sure he met the night before, he raised a glass as if to say bye to them. You giggled and waved at him while Calum shot him the middle finger just because. Luke was sprawled on his couch cuddling next to his girl, sound asleep as their guests left their house without making a sound to not wake them up. You knew Michael had left not so long ago, claiming it was time for him and his girl to go as well since they had plans in the morning.

Glitter was covering the floors; red solo cups piled neatly on the dining room table; empty bottles of champagne could be mistaken as decorations all over the house. The playlist Michael made was now calm, mellow music as an acoustic rendition of Auld Lang Syne played through the speakers, and Calum couldn’t help but hum along as you got to the door.

“Looks like everyone had a good time” You murmured, leaning against him as you waited for your Uber home.

“I know for sure I did,” He smiled “I’ve been waiting for that midnight kiss all year long”

You laughed and hid your face in his neck, humming as you got pulled in by the smell of his cologne and cigarettes, something you’d never thought you could ever find a liking to until you found him.

“Uber’s here, babe,” Calum said, running his hand up and down over your arms to keep you warm.

He guided the two of you to the car, thanking the driver for picking you up and clarifying his address with him. You leaned your head on his shoulder and started playing with his hand, tracing the marks with your fingertips. Soon, he kisses you on the temple and cups your hand in his, squeezing it lightly as you giggled.

“God, I love the sound of your laugh,” He confessed, looking at you with sparkling eyes.

“Are you kidding? I sound like a dying walrus”

“It’s the most beautiful sound in the world, love”

You laughed again “The guys were right, you are a weird one, Mr. Hood”

“And so that would someday make you the weird Mrs. Hood?”

“Maybe,” You smiled, looking up at him “Ask me again in a year”

When you reached your place, Calum paid the driver with a generous tip for being the first day of the year. He helped you get out of the car and carried your shoes at the tip of his fingers.

At the door, you were soon greeted by Duke who was still wearing that awful Christmas sweater you bought him as a gift. Calum leaned down to pick him up and you kissed his little head before heading to the kitchen where you refilled his water and food tray as Cal let him out to go to the bathroom.

He came to the kitchen after a while, hugging you from the back and placing a soft kiss on your cheek.

“Shall we?” He said and you nodded, following him to your room.

There, the two of you continued with your nighttime routine. You took off your shoes and Calum helped you with the zipper of your dress. He took off his shirt and joined you in the bathroom. You brushed your teeth together and you wiped off your make-up as he started with his skincare routine, something you adopted from him and followed every step as well. Soon, pajamas were on and you slipped into bed. Calum opened his arms and you accommodated yourself against his chest, breathing calmly as your heartbeats beat in sync.

“I love being here with you,” He confessed “Just us”

“We really are turning into that old married couple, huh?”

“That’s my favorite part of it. It’s always a new memory with you, even if we have a normal day. Knowing I’ll wake up with you is the best feeling ever”

“Then let’s hope for a new year filled with mornings together” You smiled, kissing him one last time “Happy New Year, Calum”

“Happy New Year, baby”

He stayed awake till you fell asleep, watching you doze off to your dream. And he just couldn’t help it. He was absolutely in love with you, completely and utterly gone. He knew it was time, all of the signs were there and it was his turn to act on them, this time he was more confident than ever.

Calum looked over at his closet and smiled, already thinking of that little blue velvet box hidden between his socks and the smile on your face when you hopefully say “Yes”

* *

“Mm, I really hope it’s you, Y/N,” he mumbles, keeping his eyes closed, but his hand that lies closer to you moves up and finds your thigh as you sit on your heels next to him.

“And what if it’s not?” you huff, pretending to be hurt he would let another woman touch him like that. A smirk spreads across his face before he finally peeks at you.

“I know what your tongue feels like on me, knew it was you.”

You smack his thigh and then leave your hand there, giving it a squeeze, feeling up his muscles under your palm. Harry closes his eyes again and you shamelessly eye him up. The line of his sternum running between his pecks, the gentle outline of his ribs, the fern tattoos that run right above his swimming trunks… You’re feeling yourself getting wet and he is not even doing anything, just lying in the sun, getting tanned.

Your hand wanders higher and higher on his thigh until your fingers brush underneath the fabric, moving dangerously close to what’s hiding underneath.

“What are you doing?” he asks in a husky tone.

“Nothing?” you reply, but keep brushing your touch over him, gently scratching him with your nails. A low growl bubbles from him as his muscles twitch under your palm. His hand cups your leg again and he squeezes you, but doesn’t say or do anything.

You want him. So badly that you’re afraid if you stand up your bikini bottom might be drenched from your arousal. But he doesn’t seem to get what you’re trying to imply, he is still lounging without a care, so you decide to make it clear what you want from him.

Leaning forward you get on top of him and kiss his lips softly before moving your mouth to his ear.

“If I don’t have your cock down my throat in the next five minutes, I’m gonna have to find someone else to fulfill my needs.”

His eyes pop open, you knew this would get him going, it’s your joker card to play with his jealousy and this time is no exception either.

“I’m sweaty,” he warns you, but it just riles you up even more.

“Perfect, delicious.” “Room, now,” he orders and gets up so fast you can’t hold back a chuckle.

He grabs his towel and phone in one hand, the other closing around your wrist as he pulls you after him, not even dropping a word to his friends and colleagues lounging around as well. It’s just the two of you in the elevator and as soon as the door slides closed you jump at each other, mouths clashing, hands grabbing at each other and you palm him almost too aggressively, feeling him growing harder with each passing second. Arriving at your floor you basically sprint out and down the hallway to your room, you’re kissing his jaw, licking his neck as he tries to open the door with the keycard, but he can barely find the reader with your hand gripping his cock.

“Fuck,” he groans when the door finally clicks open and you practically fall into the room.

“I need your cock,” you whimper and the two of you don’t even make it to the bed before you drop to your knees on the carpeted floor and tug down his trunks eagerly, setting his cock free finally.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he breathes out when you grab the base and lick him up, wrapping your lips around the head as his hand moves to the back of your head and he gives you a little push as you take him into your mouth finally.

There are occasions when you like to take your time, taste him, play with him, but this is not what you want now. You need rawness, you need him fast and hard and you want him to fuck your mouth like he means it.

You don’t have to speak for him to know what goes on in your head, just one look up at him is enough for him to get the message.

“Such a needy little thing. Want me to fuck your pretty mouth?”

You nod and bob your head, pressing your tongue against him in your mouth.

“Gonna make you gag on my cock, princess,” he breathes out before he takes your head in both his hands to keep you secured in his hold and he starts thrusting with his hips, his cock moving in and out of your mouth rapidly.

He keeps hitting the back of your throat, saliva is running down your chin and tears are dwelling in your eyes but you want him to keep going and use you.

“Touch yourself,” he grunts, always thinking about you as well.

With one hand you grab onto his ass, fingers sinking into the flexing muscles while the other one moves between your legs, dipping under the fabric of your bikini. Wetness coats your fingers as you swipe them between your lips, smearing your arousal over your clit before you start working on it.

Your jaw is sore and you keep gagging as he goes deeper in your mouth with each thrust, but it’s what keeps you going. You see his chest rising and falling rapidly, his skin is glistening from the sweat that’s now not only because of the sun, but you as well. He looks so delicious, you want this sight tattooed into your mind forever.

“Shit, I’m gonna come, baby,” he warns and you know it’s a question too. He wants to know where you want him to come, so you push your nails into his ass, letting him know you want his cum dripping down your throat.

Your hand is vigorously moving on your clit, bringing yourself closer and closer to your own orgasm, but you can’t catch up with Harry. A few more thrusts later he comes hard and loud, your name falling off his tongue over and over again as his movements fall out of rhythm. You keep your eyes locked on his face, drinking up the sight of his orgasm, the way he is gasping for air, his eyes roll to the back of his head and his chest waves from the excitement.

He pushes your head away from him, his cock slipping out of your mouth with a sloppy sound and you swallow every drop of cum, showing him your empty mouth when it’s gone. He wastes no time to pull you up from the floor and kiss you hard on the lips before he turns you around, locking your body against his with one arm while his other hand moves to replace yours in your bikini bottom.

“Harry!” you cry out when his fingers start rubbing on your clit, applying just the perfect amount of pressure. He knows your body almost better than you do, because he builds your orgasm up so fast, it’s ridiculous how he does it without even pushing a finger inside you. Harry knows penetration is not everything, that the right moves at the right spot could do more than just shoving two fingers up your pussy.

Your head drops back to his shoulder as you arch against him, his free hand coming up to grope your breast, making it spill out of your bikini top. You’re throbbing, aching for release and Harry doesn’t disappoint.

You come hard, screaming his name, shaking in his hold, you push against him with so much force he stumbles back and flops down to the edge of the bed, pulling you with him, holding you tight in his embrace as you sit on his lap. You gasp for air, coming off your high while he keeps kissing your shoulder, neck and the side of your head.

“That was…” you hum, but don’t find the right words.

“Love it when you get horny randomly,” he chuckles. You crane your neck to look back at him with a sloppy grin.

“Can’t help it, you looked so delicious.”

He just grins and kisses you, this time it’s slow and lazy and when you feel him growing hard again underneath you, there’s no wasted time as you push him back on the bed and climb over him.